TW (About the CMT): He has a way with the meat.

CMO: I don't want to get meat on my glasses.

CMO: I will literally start using jeff@meathelmet.com as my e-mail address.

CoB: This is the best bet we've ever done! Am I wrong?

CMT: We're going to have to get a patent for the meat visor.

Cab Driver Trey (on whether he would wear a meat helmet): I'd do it for $100, plus $10 for every female I'd talk to for more than, say, 60 seconds.

CMT (on joining meathelmet.com): Do I get options?

CMO: I will soon be wearing a meat helmet.

CMO: A meat helmet today, tomorrow the world.

Woman on Sixth Street (said as she stuffed a crumpled up flyer down the CMO's pants): I don't like meat!

DMA: Not that many body piercings rip out. This is the same stuff.
CMT: Body piercings don't have this type of torque though.

CMT: (on the phone) So I'm sewing two pieces of meat together.

CMT: I quit unless I can be CMO right now.
(Note, Frank did not become CMO. But he did settle for Chief Meat Technologist, which makes sense because of his handy meat sewing ability.)

CoB: meathelmet.com? How huge is that?

CMO: Tonight, it's all about my meat!