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:Francine: Steve, I asked you to set the table ten minutes ago. Dinner is ready.
:Steve: But I'm on level fifteen.
:Francine: Well, I'm on level one of the house, where I cook for you. Now set the table.
:Steve: I didn't ask you to cook for me.
:Francine: Excuse me.
:Steve: Mom, I'm busy. I'll do it in a minute.
:[Francine unplugs Steve's game console]
:Steve: NO! IT DIDN'T SAVE! IT DIDN'T SAVE!! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING??!!
:Francine: I was thinking... go set the table!
:Steve: Fuck you!
:[Francine gasps, then Klaus gasps, then Hayley gasps, then Roger, doing some gymnastic moves in the attic, stops in mid-air]
:Roger: Whoa.
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:Francine: Motherhood!
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:Hayley: [Pretending to be helpless so Francine will will open a bottle of syrup for her] Maple syrup stuck-stuck.
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:[Roger offers suggestions for Steve's cooking video channel]
:Roger: Oh, oh. How about "A Taste of Steve?" "Mouthful of Steve?" "Steve in Your Mouth?" Stop me when you hear one you like. "A Taste of Steve in Your Mouth?" [dejected] That's all I got.
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:[Pretending that he has banished everyone in the office, Stan plants himself in Bullock's lap at his desk]
:Stan: Ahh, "Deputy Director Smith." First order of business, get a less erect chair.
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:[Francine is appalled to discover that she and Steve were nearly the victim of "Morning Mimosa"'s cruel hosts]
:Francine: You know what Trish, "The Sizzle"? Fuck You! [turns to Steve] Sometimes it's OK to say it. Like now, or when you're driving.
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