Ego: Relax, both of you. The windows are up. Anyway, she’s wearing a coat. What’s with you, Id?
Id: Under the coat she’s naked!
Superego: You’re disgusting.
Ego: She’s wearing jeans and a sweater under the coat.
Id: The jeans were faded, did you see that? They were faded in a way that suggests she has a butt.
Ego: Everyone has a butt, except maybe for that actress who was in, what was that movie called? Speed?

Superego: Sandra Bullock has no butt?
Ego: I remember her saying that in an interview. What do I know?
Id: Ha! You said butt!
Superego: Grow up.
Ego: You know what? I’m tired of both of you. [Stops car at red light.] Both of you, in the back seat right this minute. Gestalt, get up here in front.

Gestalt. Heh.
Superego: But without me you’d do something you regret.
Ego: The only thing I regret is paying any attention to your prissy, wet-blanket party-pooping fear-mongering warnings all my life.
Id: Hah! You the man! But without me you’d have no fun.
Ego: Fun? What fun? You think you’re so bad, but what trouble have you gotten me into? What fun have I ever had on account of you? All my youth, there I was, surrounded by cheap booze, fast cars and beautiful interesting people and your idea of fun was to find where my dad hid the nasty magazines he found on the bus.
Superego: Under the mattress.

Ego: Where else?
Superego: Did you ever find the quirt in the dresser?
Ego: No fooling?
Gestalt: Heh. Look at the big picture, man.
Id: But…
Superego: But…

Ego: Forget it. From now on, I’m driving.
Superego: The Id’s on my half.
Id: Am not. Go run for President, why don’t you.
Ego: Pipe down back there, I’ve had it.
Gestalt: Heh. Where’s the Sepultura CD?