I have to go....I have...uhh...terrible foot odor.
Peter, you are the height of just too muchery.
Oh, Meg is my least favorite of all your children.
Glenn Quagmire! You're deeeaadddddd!
[Cut to Cleveland with Saint Peter at the gates to Heaven] Cleveland: I don't understand why I need to give you a credit card imprint
And I guess you can't hate Copacabana
: I don't care for them not after what happened to Foghorn Leghorn
misses the windmill shot in mini golf) Oh, dang. Now I hate windmills even more.
Here's to Joe, who helped little Paul get a new liver and, barring a massive infection, a new lease on life.
Close the window, you're letting the stank out.
Ughh.. I'm no meteorologist but I'm pretty sure it's raining bitches
Come on. If you're secure in your masculinity, you can answer a simple hypothetical.
Wait, wait, wait…Owwww… .and boom goes the dynamite
Hey yall! Sock it to me!
Quagmire you forgot to say Oh.
You don't win. You just do a little better each time.
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