:Roger: Scotch, crotch, by-gosh.
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:[Stan walks in to find Francine stuffing ham into Steve's underwear, turns and leaves]
:Stan: I'm out.
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:[Hayley in shock about Roger sending him into space]
:Hayley: What... the hell... just happened? My Jeff, my dear sweet...my dear sweet... my Jeffmmmm.
:[Roger shouting at Hayley while the Smiths are all in the car]
:Roger: Hurry up, Hayley. You're sitting in the middle.
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:[Roger about to contact his home planet to let them pick him up]
:Roger: Do I have to go? My planet is freezing cold, there's no booze, and sex is so boring up there. It's all consensual.