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| - :Stan: Francine, remember the agreement we've made that we could do one person and it wouldn't count?
:Francine: Yes, you picked Susan Sarandon.
:Stan: I've changed my mind! I want my one free kill to be Chuck White. Yours can still be George Clooney.
:Francine: Clooney, you smug bastard. Stop playing basketball and get married like the rest of us!
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:Klaus: Ugh! Your insides sicken me! I'll be in mein crapper. [sigh] I'm always in mein crapper.
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:Francine: Oh, I could make potato salad.
:Stan: Potato salad? Hm, not exactly adventurous, but it gets the job done. That reminds me, we should have sex tonight.
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:Karl: Next, the black sheep.
:Stan: Uh-- That was just a fraternity prank. I was blindfolded; the peer pressure was enormous!
:Karl: I mean your daughter; she could sink this whole election. I mean, look at her, she's clearly gay.
:Hayley: I'm not gay!
:Karl: Hm, whatever you say, Butch.
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:Steve: I touched her hand, her hand touched her boob, by the transitive property, I got some boob. Algebra's awesome!
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:Doyle: Hey, Mr. Fishburne!
:Francine: [imitates black rapper] Yo, what up, G? Two fingers. [to Stan, normal] Oh, last time I was here, he mistook me for Laurence Fishburne and I just never corrected him.
:Stan: What a mess. If anyone finds out my son is pregnant, I'll lose my deaconship and Chuck White wins again.
:Francine: Stan, forget Chuck White! Your son is confused and scared and, he needs you. [Doyle puts one whiskey glass to Francine] I said two fingers, bitch! [slaps glass to floor] Now go be a father to your son, my strong black brother.
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:Hayley: Steve, are you sure you wanna have this child?
:Steve: Yeah..I guess so. Roger, what do ya say? You ready, partner?
:Roger: Oh yeah, fatherhood, jazzed. [slurred] It's not like I wanted to do with anything in life, like learn to surf or go to Jerusalem.
:Steve: Are you... Are you drunk?
:Roger: Get used to it!
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:Stan: I wanted to thank you all for electing me deacon. Unfortunately something unexpected has come up and, I have to abdicate my position. [the church murmurs]
:Man: But why?
:Stan: It's an bizarre situation. Not 8 Simple Rules, let's-keep-it-going-after-the-father-died bizarre, but close.
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:Stan: So, what if Chuck White is deacon now? So what if he has a bigger paycheck and a bigger car and a nicer house?
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:Stan: Son, you're keeping your alien baby.
:Steve: Thanks, dad.
:Mexican Doctor: Did you say "alien baby"?
:Stan: No, I said "Doctor's corpse found in desert".
:Mexican Doctor: Oh, right, right.
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