:Stan: What in the hell is that?
:Francine: My zucchini casserole.
:Steve: Zucchini?...ahaha, excuse me, but this not Italian squash.
:Roger: The only thing Italian about this situation is your dirty lies!
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:Francine: [sighs] You're right. It's not zucchini, it's okra. I guess when I was at the store, my mind was somewhere else. See, I sometimes escape to a little place in my head where no one complains about the meals I cook. [grabs the dinner knife and stabs Roger in the throat] And there's no more scraping snot rockets off the shower tiles. [pulls out a meat cleaver and decapitates Stan] And no more PB & J with the crust cut off. [Breaks Steve's neck before returning to reality still holding the meat cleaver] Anyway, if you don't want to eat it, I can fix something else.
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:Roger: [as Pete Pendelman] How does the hell does she know how to tap dance?
:Doug: Because she's Sara Fucking Blanch!
:Roger: Hey! You're a loudmouth, Doug! You're loud.