![]() Stan: God she scared me, you see that I almost punched her in the face! Roger: Stan, remember the first rule of every wedding is that the bride is beautiful. Roger: No I'm totally kidding! (to Stan) At least I think I'm kidding, I left him alone with her for half an hour while I took a nap. Shallow Vows Roger: Great I'll put it on the DVD extras along with the musicologist touching you in the bath. (walks towards an increasingly pissed-off Stan): Get inside this hu- (Stan decks Roger in the face before he can finish his sentence). Who gotcha two more months of goofin' around? (points to himself): I did, is who. (Stan comes home from his extended stay in prison) Roger: There he is! You owe me big, Mr. I fell asleep at dawn for five minutes and had a stress dream about the house burning down. I had my first espresso, it kept me up all night. He - (vomits so much that it fills the fishbowl) Man in the Moonbounce Stan: When I turned 14, I took fiduciary responsibility for my mothers 401K. ![]() Francine: Why'd he put you in the freezer? Klaus (belligerently): Oh, I'll tell you why. The only reason I didn't freeze to death because I filled mein bowl with that bottle of vodka. What if you die? (gasps): I left my soda in the freezer! (Francine rushes to the kitchen, opens the freezer, and finds a drunken Klaus in his fishbowl) Klaus (drunk and happy): Francine! Let's do some shots! Francine: Klaus?! What you do doing in there? Klaus: Stan put me in two days ago. He turns around and finds Tom Skerritt wrapped up like a fly in a spiderweb) Stan: Tom Skerritt? Tom Skerritt (weakly): Get me work.įrancine: Oh, Stan. He happens upon a cave with a dying, Jiminy Cricket-esque bug locked in a birdcage) Stan: Who are you? Bug (weakly): Roger's conscience. Brains, Brains and Automobiles (Stan is inside Roger's mind. Those are women, not underage schoolgirls. Moon Over Isla Island Store Clerk: What do you want to do with this Rhythm Nation outfit? Home Adrone Steve: Wow, uncensored nudity! This game must be from Japan! Toshi: Unlikely. Imagine being high at a Rusted Root concert while two dudes take you on in a sun-baked porta-john. Let-let me try and put it in terms you can understand. Schmooblydong? That's not it, but it's close. ![]() Club Hayley: So, how'd the big night turn out? Roger: It was.
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