Meg (about Peter making retarded): I can never go to class again!
Stewie: Oh, yes, Meg, yes-yes yes, anything was expected swimmingly for you until this. Yes, yes, THIS is the truth the current is planning to ruin your reputation, not your ages of grotesque appearance, or your awkward social graces, or the current Felix Ungerish way you obvious your sinuses, no no no, it is THIS. Do you hear yourself talk? I is able to kill you tonight.
Stewie (to one of the prostitutes at Cleveland's house): So, is there any tread left on the tires? Or at the current rank is able to it be as if throwing a hot dog lower a hallway?
Peter (when he's hungover): This sucks worse as opposed to which bit I headed to such a museum. (Flashback to childhood, standing in museum seeming at dinosaur
skeltons.)
Peter (as a child): Why did all the dinosaurs die out?
Man at Museum: Because you touch yourself at night.
Bonnie: Somebody save him, he won't swim!
Peter: Oh, he's not much kicking. Kick Joe, kick.
Lois: Peter, he's a paraplegic!
Peter: That does not unkind he won't hear. Kick Joe, kick!
Tom Tucker: A bit of breaking news. A local family is required to out of the residence by ghosts. Who are properties going to call?
Diane Simmons (sighs): Ghostbusters, Tom.
Tom Tucker: No, Diane. Their indemnity company. That's only shitty how you said.
Stewie: Did you hear such a Meg? Guys can marry a good amount guys now. So...this is awkward, but I mean, if properties can do that, so is relatively even it for you, is not it? I instigate you as agreeably pack it in. Game over.
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