| $9 for a tuna melt, it's canned tuna, a slab of cheese and toast. | |
| 'Cause the last time I checked, that little piggy was dead as a slab of bacon, | |
| 'Many miles above the surface of the planet, 'several huge yellow slab-like somethings... 'huge as office blocks, silent as birds, 'they hung in the air exactly the same way that bricks don't. | |
| 'This is the handsome Love Machine over here, 'riding the fastest Mack machine this slab ever eye-balled.' | |
| (VOMITING) Your buddy Patrick put Marty on the slab there, Benny. | |
| $9 for a tuna melt, it's canned tuna, a slab of cheese and toast. | |
| 'Cause the last time I checked, that little piggy was dead as a slab of bacon, | |
| 'Many miles above the surface of the planet, 'several huge yellow slab-like somethings... 'huge as office blocks, silent as birds, 'they hung in the air exactly the same way that bricks don't. | |
| 'This is the handsome Love Machine over here, 'riding the fastest Mack machine this slab ever eye-balled.' | |
| (VOMITING) Your buddy Patrick put Marty on the slab there, Benny. | |
| "The old concrete barriers, and the barbed wire fences," "are substituted by slabs and cement," "Along the borders of all sectors," | |
| "tripping over slabs of sunshine the size of towns." | |
| - Albert slabs? - Dozen. | |
| - And take the slabs of beef. | |
| - Ginger slabs? | |
| "The old concrete barriers, and the barbed wire fences," "are substituted by slabs and cement," "Along the borders of all sectors," | |
| "tripping over slabs of sunshine the size of towns." | |
| - Albert slabs? - Dozen. | |
| - And take the slabs of beef. | |
| - Ginger slabs? | |
| Now, you stick that back in that gray matter of yours and you make that stick, 'cause any other thought's gonna get you cold-slabbed, toe-tagged and mailed home to your mom in a plastic bag. Are we crystal? | |
| The other active's slabbed. | |
| The tree slabbed. | |
| What if they were graded and slabbed? | |
| Zecora... she slabbed us all with a... curse! | |
| Hank, it's slabbing! | |
| Now, you stick that back in that gray matter of yours and you make that stick, 'cause any other thought's gonna get you cold-slabbed, toe-tagged and mailed home to your mom in a plastic bag. Are we crystal? | |
| The other active's slabbed. | |
| The tree slabbed. | |
| What if they were graded and slabbed? | |
| Zecora... she slabbed us all with a... curse! | |
| Hank, it's slabbing! | |
