Austin: "Did you just soil yourself?"
Fat Bastard: "Maybe. It did sound a little wet, didn't it right at the end. Let's have a smell, alright. Ooh, wafting, wafting. Oh, everyone likes their own brand, don't they? This is magic. Alright, analasis. Oh, it smells like carrots and throw up. Oh, that could gag a maggot. I smell like hot sick. Ass and a dead carcasss. Oh, even stink would say that stinks. You know when you go in an apartment building and you smell other peoples cooking on each floor, and you go 'what are they cookin?' That plus crap."