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| - :Stan: The course catalog you're looking at is a pizza menu.
:Hayley: Ah, so black olives doesn't meet my cultural studies requirements?
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:[Jeff vomits into Klaus' bowl]
:Klaus: Gross, gross! [leaps into Francine's soup but immediately surfaces] Worse, worse!
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:[Stan confronts Bullock]
:Bullock: So, Hayley told you I've been DJ-ing every night for the past two weeks.
:Stan: Right, and over that time the number of agents who are alive has dropped radically.
:Bullock: And?
:Stan: Well, maybe it has something to do with these extremely dangerous missions You've been planning. I mean, have you been sleeping?
:Bullock: I don't need sleep anymore, not since I bought all this trucker speed. I'm done wasting my creativity on dreams! Now I channel it all into my work.
:Stan [flustered] I knew...your DJ work or your national security work?
:Bullock: You think there's a difference?
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:Bullock: I got into DJ-ing to bang the teenaged girls high on sex drugs.
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:Bullock: The monkey movie is top priority. I'm already hearing Oscar whispers...or some sort of whispering. Do you hear voices, Smith?
:Stan: Yes, they're telling me if I don't want to die in a monkey costume I need to learn how to DJ.
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:Hayley: [Explaining Stan's DJ practice to Francine] ...and he was talking into a lamp like it was a microphone.
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:[Stan and Hayley accidentally ram Bullock's car]
:Bullock: Smith, you idiot. I had the red.
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:[Observing Stan shoving Bullock's car down the road]
:Roger: [Nonchalantly] Oh, Stan's having an accident.
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