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| - :Roger: [On putting a Trans Am engine in a power washer] I souped it up with a little alien tech. By alien, I mean Detroit. Let's turn this country around. Let's make things again.
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:Roger: Not used to holding a tool with that kind of power, Stan? I'm kidding. I've seen yours while you were sleeping. It's great.
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:Steve: White, dusty oil?
:Francine: Lawn dandruff?
:Klaus: A third ridiculous guest?
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:Stan: Hear that? I'm gonna have a big, veiny shaft!
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:[Young Steve admires the rocks holding his last treasure clue]
:Steve: They're so shiny!
:Stan: So's Hayley's forehead, but you wouldn't call that a treasure.
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:Klaus: [Regarding Steve's mineral rights deed] Yep, it's official. And if anyone knows what's official, it's a fish, y'all!
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:Gordon Salt executive: I respect the sexual frustration behind your decision.
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:Stan: Okay, you're making me look bad, Steve, 'cause after you called me a sucker, I definitely threw you in the pool, 'cause I don't take that shit.
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:[As Roger directs Steve as he signs his cast]
:Roger: Gotta leave room for Zachary and Ella. I'm gonna have 'em sign next to each other 'cause then when I break them up, Ella's gonna cry every time she sees my cast, and I'm gonna love it 'cause she was such a bitch to me at the lockers last week.
:Steve: I know this is all made up.
:Roger: Some of it.
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:Teacher: Nice try, Steve, but us adults stick together.
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