[Beavis and Butt-Head are watching Star Trek]
Captain James T. Kirk: Bones, we've got an injured crew-man here and you've got to do something! You've got - to do - something!
Leonard "Bones" McCoy: Captain, there's a limit to what one man can do. Damn it, Jim! I'm a doctor, not a do-, oh yeah. I'll get right on it.
Butt-Head: Hey, Beavis.
Butt-Head: Those guys better look out for the Klingons near Uranus! Heh heh heh heh heh heh!
[Cut to Burger World's exterior.]
Butt-Head: Look! Chicken sandwich! [He eats the rotten chicken sandwich while he laughs]
Beavis: Cool! [Beavis laughs also, still digging through the trash, then pulls out a mouse.] Dead mouse!
Butt-Head: Cool! Eat it, dude!
Beavis: You eat it! [Beavis gets a thought bubble over his head for a moment.] Let's go inside. I got an idea.
[Beavis and Butt-Head go inside the restaurant, while Tom Anderson pulls up in his car and begins to look at the drive-thru menu.]
Butt-Head: [On the speaker] Uhh, hello?
Mr. Anderson: You know, back in Battan, we could've fed six hundred men in the time it's taking you ham an eggers just to take my order. We'd have you boys digging latrines, eh?
Butt-Head: [Laughs for a second] Uhh... Hello?
Mr. Anderson: Look, now I'll talk slow, so you can understand me. Large fries, pie, large coffee, pronto! You got me, good buddy?
Butt-Head: [He pauses for a moment, then laughs again.]
Mr. Anderson: Y'all don't got that in there? Large fries, pie, large coffee? Y'all don't got that in there?! Large fries, pie, large coffee?!
Butt-Head: [He finally responds.] Uhh... Pull up to the... Hello? Pull up to the window.
Beavis: [He drops the mouse into the fryer.] Cook! Cook! Cook! [He laughs as the mouse fries.] Cook! Cook! Cook!
Butt-Head: Hey, Beavis! I need like, fries, and uhh, like, a pie, or something.
Beavis: [He reaches into the refrigerator and throws a handful of fries into the fryer, followed by ripping bugs off the fly paper and throwing them in as well.] Cool! Cook! Cook! Cook!
Butt-Head: What?! What?!
Beavis: Check it out! Mouse Burger and French Flies.
Butt-Head: [He laughs too.] Extra crispy!
[Outside, Tom Anderson is honking is horn repeatedly.]
Mr. Anderson: Get bad service, you gotta complain, and the squeaky wheel gets the greasing. That does it. I'm going in there and when I'm finished they're gonna be sorry this old sailor was never born.
Beavis: Heh heh heh, oh.
Butt-Head: [On the speaker] Seymour Butts? Anyone here Seymour Butts?
Beavis: [He laughs] That was cool!
[Tom Anderson walks in, then gets hits by the door, breaking his glasses.]
Mr. Anderson: Excuse me, but do y'all call this a restaurant?! I drive up to the window, order my large fries, pie, and a large coffee just like I do every Thursday afternoon before I go to the foot doctor, and I'm waiting out there twenty minutes! [He stares closes at them.] Hey, you look kinda familiar. You ain't the kids that spray-painted my dog last week, are you?
Butt-Head: That was, uhh, other kids.
Mr. Anderson: Well, anyway, large fries, pie, large coffee! Now! You got me, Bubba? [Beavis goes to get his "food".]
Mr. Anderson: I didn't order "uhh"! I ordered a Large fries, pie, and large coffee! Now get them out of the fryer and cough them up!
Beavis: [Rings the bell] It's ready! [He drops the fried mouse, bugs, and french fries into a bag.]
Butt-Head: [He rings up Tom's order.] Uhh, here. It's, uhh... it's free, I guess.
Mr. Anderson: [Speaks to Butt-Head quietly] Say, tell me something. That boy ain't right in the head, is he? [He watches as Beavis hap-hazardly salts his "food".]
Mr. Anderson: Now, don't get me wrong or nothing, I think it's great y'all hired the reject. Hell, keeps him off the street, and away from my place! Heh, y'know what I mean? [Beavis hands Tom his "food".]
Butt-Head: [He shakes his head in disagreement.] Here you go, dude.
Mr. Anderson: Oh, well! Alright then. I'll see you next week then. [He stops at the door briefly.] By the way, you really oughta trim these hedges here, and maybe run an edger over here by the curb. I could just do it for you boys if you don't have the proper equipment.
Butt-Head: Uhh... [He laughs again.]
Mr. Anderson: Ok, I'll see y'all later. [He finally leaves.]
Butt-Head: Heh! He's gonna eat a fried mouse!
Beavis: Heh, and bugs!
Butt-Head: And he's coming back later.
Beavis: I know where there's a dead raccoon!
[Later, we find them back at their home.]
Butt-Head: Did you know that when you eat rump roast, you're eating a cow's butt? [Beavis starts laughing at that.] That's cool!
TV Announcer: Attention, Homeowners!
Butt-Head: Pay attention, Beavis! [He laughs.]
Beavis: Chode-smoker! [The two of them start laughing at what the announcer just said.]