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| - :[After seeing a news report about a teen that killed his father]
:Francine: Bet that poor boy's father didn't spend any time with him...I hope they fry 'em.
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:[Stan fears for his life when he considers the possibility that Steve may kill him]
:Stan: That's it, we're hanging out. If you're going to kill anyone in this family, it's going to be only Francine.
:Steve: What?!
:Francine: Don't talk back to your father.
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:[Trying to shoot a basketball]
:Steve: My peers don't call me "swishy" for nothing.
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:[Steve and Stan share a hug while laughing about their day]
:Francine: [Under her breath] Do you have to hug after every stupid thing you say?
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:[Roger smashes a plate and orders Francine to leave it]
:Francine: [Not quite under her breath] Bald-ass alien piece of shit.
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:[Klaus interjects himself into a conversation]
:Francine: [Not quite under her breath] Now here goes the fish...
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:[Hayley plays mind games with Roger before their contest, suggesting he drop out]
:Roger: News flash bong brain, I never pull out. Boom-shaka-lacka.
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:[Realizing the fix he's gotten himself into in the contest]
:Roger: Oh, shhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt.
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:Pedophile: So uh, which boy is yours?
:Stan: The hot one, duh.
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:[At the bowling championship]
:Greg The excitement is palpable here. The stands absolutely packed with what I like to call "gutter people."
:Memphis Stormfront: Ha-ha-ha, delightful bowing pun there, Greg.
:Greg: Bowling pun?
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:[Stan absently confesses to Francine that he stabbed Steve]
:Stan: You don't tell Steve about this, and I won't tell Klaus you're the one that broke his Dilbert mug.
:Francine: [Quickly agreeing] Ok deal, deal.
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:Steve: [Frustrated by the lack of interest by the police] You sound like the cops. They've given up on the case already too. To them, I'm just one more white kid who got stabbed in a bowling alley.
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:[As Steve starts to piece together the clues]
:Stan: Since when is Steve smart? He's a jock.
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:[Explaining his escape from the contest]
:Roger: Molt & bolt, baby.
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:Steve: [searching for clues in his own stabbing] This dumpster is filled with weapons and blood-soaked hoodies. How am I supposed to find the ones that belong to my stabber?
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:Steve: This Taz-loving sicko must of really been obsessed with me.
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:Detective: Whose kid is this? Who would let their kid see this?!
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