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| - :Chris: Hey Meg, who's your date? He looks like a real stiff.
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:Jerome: What's up, fools? I'd like to dedicate my performance today to Miss Whitney Houston.
:Quagmire: Oh, we are fucked.
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:Mort Mom: Jeffrey Lipsitz has two soccer medals.
:Mort: I can't play soccer... I have newborn-calf ankles! You know this, damn it!
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:[Cutaway to the hospital where Peter standing next to the kid in bed]
:Peter: Sorry, I struck out looking. Wait, you're not the kid I promised.
:Kid: No, he died last night.
:Peter: Aw. Phew.
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:Peter: I am the Wind Maker [shoot the monkey in front of him] and I shoot monkey now.
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:Peter: There's only one drinking spot for us and it's the Clam.
:Quagmire: But Peter, it's closed. We can't go in there.
:Peter: Quagmire, when a girl says she doesn't want to have sex with you do you take that as an answer?
:[A man whispers into Quagmire's ear]
:Quagmire: My lawyer has advised me not to answer that question.
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:[At the funeral home]
:Meg: Is there a bathroom in here? I've been yo-yo-ing a turd for the last twenty minutes.
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:Chris: Meg, they're dead. Would you stop being so uptight? You're like one of those Asian-Americans who fought in Vietnam.
:[Cut to the cutaway of Vietnamese guy walk to the bathroom, then he shout after he scare his own reflection when he look himself in the mirror]
:Vietnamese man: Ohh, it's just me.
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:Meg: Where is the dead body? I know you took it. And don't lie, or I'll tell Jennifer Connelly that you're the one who's been mailing her those dog heads.
:[Cut to the cutaway of Chris sending the box to the postman at the post office]
:Chris: Uh, yes, I'd like to mail this to a whore.
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:Stewie: Hey, guys, what's goin' on? And no one says anything, which means they hate it.
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:Meg: Stop it!
:Chris: I have a itch.
:Meg: I don't care! Dead people don't scratch their balls!
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:[After Chris's face has been given to the woman who lost her face from a chimp attacking her]
:Chris: Meg, though you cannot tell, I am frowning.
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:Lois: I can't believe Horace is dead.
:Stewie: I can't believe we left Brian in the car with the windows up.
:[Out in the car frantically pawing at the windows]
:Brian: I'm gonna pee!
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