Summer: Are you kidding me? I don’t even know why she’s here.
Rick: Oooh, not cool Summer. This is a party, everyone should be welcome.
[Abradolf Lincler busts through the living room wall]
Rick: Oh great. Who invited Abradolf Lincler?
Summer: I thought everyone was welcome?
Rick: It’s not the same Summer. Lincler is a crazed maniac. Just some misguided effort of mine to create a morally neutral super leader by combining the DNA of Adolf Hitler and Abraham Lincoln. Turns out it just adds up to a lame, weird loser.
Abradolf: Rick! You brought me into this world. The suffering abomination. Tortured by the duality of it’s being. But I shall finally know peace when I watch the life drain from your wretched body!
[bumps into black kid/Brad]
Brad: Woah, what’s up man?
Abradolf: I have no quarrel with you boy.
Brad: Boy? What’s that supposed to mean?
Abradolf: It’s just… look, I don’t know how you thought I meant it, but…
[motions to Rick for help]
Rick: Don’t look at me dude.
Abradolf: Look I’m half Abraham Lincoln, sooo…
Brad: Sooo… I should get on my knees and kiss your ass?
Abradolf: Well, no but…. you know…
Brad: What do I know? That the Third Reich will reign for a thousand years?
Jessica: Leave him alone Brad.
Brad: Stay out of this Jessica!
Rick: Kick his ass Brad! Kick! His! Ass!
[crowd chants “Kick. His. Ass.” and fight starts]