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| - :Hayley: Roger, your lecture today was just ideological nonsense.
:Roger: Oh, really?! You've just earned yourself a week of detention!
:Hayley: There's no detention in college.
:Roger: Oh, right. Well, then I'm taking fifty points from Gryffindor!
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:Ethan: Professor. Hayley. Shrimp gruyere puff?
:[Roger and Hayley eat his appetizer, enjoying it]
:Roger: Oh, Ethan. You should be a professor of food.
:Ethan: Thanks. I've always wanted to cook, but my father never supported me. But, now you've inspired me.
:Roger: Well, that's why I became a professor, Ethan. To inspire people, inspire them to respect me.
:Ethan: Oh, and you now how you told us to...make a change for the better? Well, I took your advice...and stabbed my father THIRTY-EIGHT TIMES!!! [manically laughs while Hayley and Roger stare at him, shocked beyond words] Daddy! Daddy! [continues laughing and does stabbing motion while Roger gets one of the shrimp]
:Roger: [to Hayley] Not eating isn't going to bring him back.
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:Francine: I'm having a baby.
:Stan: No! [Francine pepper sprays in Stan's eyes] My eyes! [Stan runs into the door] My mouth! [Stan runs back into the side table] My back! [Stan looks at a dead plant on the dresser] My begonia! [Stan accidentally turns on the radio, "My Sharona" plays] "My Sharona"! [Stan backs up into the television, accidentally turning on "My Best Friend's Wedding"] My Best Friend's Wedding! Ah, my eyes again!
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:Stan: [at work] Francine, what are you doing here? This isn't home.
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:Stan: A world without children. Future generations will thank us!
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:Kichiro: Your vasectomy is about to beginning!
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:Kichiro: Congratulations on superior depositing!
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:Stan:: [being washed away by a wave of what he thinks is sperm] Ugh! I feel like Tara Reid on an average Tuesday.
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:Roger: I can't wait to enroll here, people are finally gonna take me seriously.
:Hayley: Don't they have college on your planet?
:Roger: Yeah, but if you're not Asian, it's impossible to get in.
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:Francine: It's so cute that Steve has a little girlfriend.
:Stan: Well, don't tell Debbie about her because she'll eat her.
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:Roger: Why does nobody respect me?
:Hayley: Roger, you're an uneducated alcoholic. You don't know anything except QVC return policies.
:Roger: That's a specialty, yes, but I have a lot of smart opinions, and...
:Stan: Can it! You're the Adam Sandler of this house, and nobody wants Punch Drunk Love. Just give us Waterboy.
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:Francine: You know, cucumbers are just brineless pickles. I could have de-brined his pickles! Who does that fatso think she is?!
:Stan: Oh, is Debbie a larger woman? I hadn't noticed.
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:Steve: I don't have any drugs! I'm totally clean!
:Principal Lewis: Do you expect me to take your word over that of an anonymous tipster?
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:Klaus: Francine, why not just replace Steve? You know, have another baby.
:Francine: Stan would never go for another kid. His mind is made up.
:Klaus: It's not his mind you need.
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:Hayley: Roger, how'd you come up with that lecture?
:Roger: Ah, I just stitched together a little Mr. Holland, a little Dead Poets, and the rest is just lies.
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:Ethan: Professor, I was wondering if you'd like to come to dinner at my home. Hayley, you should join us, too.
:Roger: Hayley, just so we're clear, you're only coming because you got caught in the gravity of my invite. I was so invited that it invited everything around it.
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:Stan: What does Steve see in Debbie? Maybe he's going to turn her into condos.
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:Stan: [after waking up while Francine's trying to have sex with him] What the? Rape! Succubus!
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