Bootsy Collins: Glory halle-stupid! Yeah, bobbas, uh, yeah. Now, do you, Julius, take Rochelle to be your rhinestone rock star monster of a doll baby bobba?
Julius: I do.
Bootsy Collins: And Rochelle, do you take Julius to be your rhinestone rock star monster of a man?
Rochelle: I do.
Bootsy Collins: With all the powers invested in me and the blasters of the universe, along with the mother ship connection I now pronounce you man and wifey. Now go funk her up.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] He said "funk", kids, with an "N."
Bootsy Collins: Funk her up. [sings] Do you want to get funked up? Funk, yeah, funk her up Don't you want to get funked up?