Pope: Hi. I don't know who to complain to about this, but I keep getting XVIII's mail. Yeah, no, no, he's not here anymore. This is XXIV. Yeah. No, I don't need Newsweek. No, I don't need National Geographic. Yeah...I...No, I'll...I'll hang onto Boy's Life.
[Peter sees Roger when they greet the new neighbors, the Smiths]
Peter: What the hell kind of dog is that?
[Roger indicates Meg]
Roger: I was going to ask you the same thing.
[Hank Hill wakes up from a nightmare of his wife, Lois, sleeping with Peter]
Hank Hill: Ahh, dammit. I always wake up before I find out if they can understand the baby.
Peter: Lift up the shades, there's a man on the wing! [Joe lifts up the shades] It's me. I'm the man on the wing.
Joe: Peter, how the hell did you get out there?! Are you crazy?!
Chris: Dad, why can't we all go?
Peter: Because, somebody's gotta stay here and round up all these rattlesnakes.
[Peter dumps a bag of rattlesnakes on the carpet, the family screams]
Quagmire: I don't know if I can pull out of this, Giggity.
Lois: Who threw out my sequin top?
Stewie: You're 43, accept it!
Stewie: You... look... fat.
Peter: I always wanted to go to Canada, but then South Park went, so we couldn't go.