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| - :Pope: Hi. I don't know who to complain to about this, but I keep getting XVIII's mail. Yeah, no, no, he's not here anymore. This is XXIV. Yeah. No, I don't need Newsweek. No, I don't need National Geographic. Yeah...I...No, I'll...I'll hang onto Boy's Life.
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:[Peter sees Roger when they greet the new neighbors, the Smiths]
:Peter: What the hell kind of dog is that?
:[Roger indicates Meg]
:Roger: I was going to ask you the same thing.
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:[Hank Hill wakes up from a nightmare of his wife, Lois, sleeping with Peter]
:Hank Hill: Ahh, dammit. I always wake up before I find out if they can understand the baby.
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:Peter: Lift up the shades, there's a man on the wing! [Joe lifts up the shades] It's me. I'm the man on the wing.
:Joe: Peter, how the hell did you get out there?! Are you crazy?!
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:Chris: Dad, why can't we all go?
:Peter: Because, somebody's gotta stay here and round up all these rattlesnakes.
:[Peter dumps a bag of rattlesnakes on the carpet, the family screams]
:Peter: Bye!
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:Quagmire: I don't know if I can pull out of this, Giggity.
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:Lois: Who threw out my sequin top?
:Stewie: You're 43, accept it!
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:Stewie: You... look... fat.
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:Peter: I always wanted to go to Canada, but then South Park went, so we couldn't go.
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