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| - :Debbie: All this talk of death is making me cremate.
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:Klaus: I'm running out of fish schtick.
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:Debbie: You lost me at lasagna.
:Steve: I never said lasagna.
:Debbie: Well, I was thinking about it.
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:Hayley: Plus-size women drive our economy with their purchases of Garfield books and Haagen-Dazs.
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:Steve: Here she comes.
:Stan: Where's Debbie? Behind that fat girl?
:Steve: No, Dad, that's...
:Stan: Is the fat girl going to lead us to Debbie?
:Steve: No, that's...
:Stan: She's carrying a purse. She must have a map to Debbie in her purse.
:Steve: Dad, that's Debbie.
:Stan: To the panic room!
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:Stan: That's one impressive man. Handsome, fit, the whole package.
:Roger: That's great, Stan. Can we stop staring at your reflection in the TV and turn it on now?
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:Steve: Good news, everyone. I'm in love.
:Francine: Tell us about her, sweetie.
:Steve: Her name is Debbie. She smells like a glue stick, she shares my interest in bug zappers, and she likes reading old books by guys who died of syphilis.
:Francine: Syphilis? Ooh, la, la.
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:Francine : We can't wait to meet her, Steve.
:Stan: You can say that again. It'll be nice to have a pretty girl around the house for a change. I-I meant a pretty, younger girl. Don't get mad at me. It's called make-up.
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:Zack: Hey, bro, I couldn't help noticing you're kind of fat and pathetic.
:Stan: And you're kind of perfect and scrumptious. What's your point?
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:Steve: How ya doing, Dad?
:Stan: Fat and healthy, son. In a few weeks, I'll be a regular Debbie. Steve, what's wrong? What about the word "regular" set you off? Here, have a Little Debbie. What, now it's the word "little"? You know what? Why don't I put on some Debbie Gibson and we can talk about it?
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:Hayley: We were just freezing our...
:Francine: Tampons!!
:Stan: What?
:Hayley: It's a woman thing, keeps them crisp, great in the summer.
:Francine: More refreshing than a popsicle!
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:Stan: Hayley, are you wearing makeup? You look like a whore.
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