:Stan: [poking Francine's breast] Beep beep.
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:Roger: Seems like someone's conscience is coming out.
:Stan: Of the closet? I don't have a conscience, let alone a gay conscience.
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:Roger: Did you rub poo on your shirt?
:Stan: What? God no! It's cake.
:Roger: Poo cake? I'm putting "poo cake" in your file.
:Stan: Wait, no! Is that my permanent record?
:Roger: This is just a straw.
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