Imagine a future where Butthead scored. It might look something like this:
(BUTTHEAD has hands in pocket)
STEVENSON: Hey Buuuuuuuuttheaaaaaaaaaaaad!
BUTTHEAD: Go away Peggy! Can't you see I'm playing with myself?
STEVENSON: But Buuuuuttheaaaaaaaaaad, you never have sex with me!
BUTTHEAD: Because you look like a crossdresser in a Winger T-shirt and red wig, and you wear way too much lipstick!
STEVENSON: OOhhhhhhhh BUuuuuuuuuttttttttttheaaaaaad!!!!
BUTTHEAD: Shut up, Peggy! Before I kick you in the nuts!
STEVENSON: Buuuuuuuuuutttttthhhhhead, how was work today?
BUTTHEAD: It sucked. There was this hot chick with big thingies, and she needed some shoes. But then this other fat chick came in and made it all a waste of time.
(TANQUERAY comes down the stairs)
TANQUERAY: Hey Daddy!
BUTTHEAD: Uhuhuhuhuhuhuhuh, hey Pumpkin, huhuhuhuhuh
TANQUERAY: Oh, stop, Daddy! I have to work on this paper for school on the History of the Navy. So I'm going down to the dock to find some sailors.
BUTTHEAD: Uhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuuhuhuh, any way you want it, Pumpkin
TANQUERAY: Thank you Daddy!
(TODD comes downstairs)
TODD: Hey Guys! I Got a Date!
BUTTHEAD: Uhuhuhuhuh, Congratulations Todd. You are a Man Now. So uhhh, like, who's the lucky girl n' stuff?
TODD: She's right here in this box!
BUTTHEAD: uhhhh, so, you're like, dating a midget?
TODD: No, Dad. It's a blow-up doll!
BUTTHEAD: Dammit Todd, you need to go out and find some real chicks. When I was your age, I was just like you. I never scored. Then I found Peggy Stevenson here and fell in love.
STEVENSON: So you'll finally have sex with me, Buuuuuuttttheaaddd?
BUTTHEAD: No! Shut up, fartknocker!
TODD: See what I mean, Tanqueray?
(door opens, BUZZCUT and BEAVIS)
BUZZCUT: Hey Butthead!
BUTTHEAD: What do you want, Chicken-munch?
BEAVIS: Yeah heh. Marcy Chicken-munch.
BUZZCUT: Shut up Beavis! What is wrong with my driveway? It's all destroyed. Did you drive a tank into it?
BUTTHEAD: No, ummm, that was, ummm, the other guy. Tom Anderson.
BEAVIS: Yeah heh. Tom Anderson did it. Marcy Buzzcut Chicken-munch.
BUZZCUT: (smack BEAVIS)
BEAVIS: Dammit Chicken-munch, knock it off!
BUZZCUT: Shut The Hell Up! (smack!)
BEAVIS: HEY!!!! STOP!!!! DAMMIT!!!!
BUZZCUT: (smack! smack! smack!)
BEAVIS: AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!! CHICKEN-MUNCH!!! KNOCK IT OFF!
BUZZCUT: ...Anyway, all my organic mushrooms and tomatos are torn up, and there's nachos everywhere.
BUTTHEAD: No, that was, umm, Tom Anderson too.
BUZZCUT: Okay, then, let's go over there and kick his ass. Beavis?
BEAVIS: (staring at TANQUERAY) heh heh heh heheehehhehe eheheh...
BUZZCUT: (smack) DAMMIT BEAVIS! I'M YOUR WIFE!
BUTTHEAD: Yeah, stop staring at my Pumpkin, dillweed.
BUZZCUT: Let's get out of here.
(BUZZCUT and BEAVIS leave)