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| − | |contents = :'''[[Soccer Mom]]''': That's the tenth time today! Nice job orca! Hey, get Moby Dick off the field before he burps up a license plate! |
+ | |contents = :'''[[Soccer Mom]]''': That's the tenth time today! Nice job orca! Hey, get Moby Dick off the field before he burps up a Mother Fucker license plate! |
:'''[[Peter]]''': Hey-Hey-Hey easy fella that's my kid, now apologize. |
:'''[[Peter]]''': Hey-Hey-Hey easy fella that's my kid, now apologize. |
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| − | :'''Soccer Mom''': Okay, I'm sorry your kid's a brain dead, stinkin' blue cheese fat ass! ''[Knocks the can of beer out of Peter's hand]'' |
+ | :'''Soccer Mom''': Okay, I'm sorry your Fucking kid's a brain dead, stinkin' blue cheese fat ass! ''[Knocks the can of beer out of Peter's hand]'' |
| − | :'''Peter''': Oh-Oh that's it! ''[Peter punches her and everyone gasps]'' |
+ | :'''Peter''': Oh-Oh that's it! You Mother Fucker''[Peter punches her and everyone gasps]'' |
:'''Chris''': Way to go, dad! |
:'''Chris''': Way to go, dad! |
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| − | :'''Boy''': Hey, you hit my mom |
+ | :'''Boy''': Hey, What the Fuck you hit my mom You Son of a Bitch |
| − | :'''Peter''': No, I hit your dad. |
+ | :'''Peter''': No, I hit your Fucking Bullshit dad. |
:'''Man''': Whoa! Stand back. Give her some air. |
:'''Man''': Whoa! Stand back. Give her some air. |
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| − | :'''Peter''': You mean, give him some air. |
+ | :'''Peter''': Holy Shit You mean, give him some air. |
:'''Woman''': Call an ambulance. She's going into labor! |
:'''Woman''': Call an ambulance. She's going into labor! |
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| − | :'''Peter''': You-you mean, he's going into labor. ''[sound of baby crying]'' |
+ | :'''Peter''': You-you mean, he's going into Fucking labor. ''[sound of baby crying]'' Oh Shit!. |
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| − | :'''Peter''': Wait, wait, wait. One last question. If I walk through you, does it mean like we've done it? |
+ | :'''Peter''': Wait, wait, wait. One last Fucking question. If I walk through you, does it mean like we've done it? |
| − | :'''Pawtucket Patriot Ghost''': Geez, what's with you and the gay jokes..?! |
+ | :'''Pawtucket Patriot Ghost''': Geez, what's with you and the Fuck gay jokes..?! |
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| − | :'''Lois:''' Oh my God, my baby is drunk! |
+ | :'''Lois:''' Oh my God, my Fucking baby is drunk!''[takes Stewie]'' |
| − | :'''Peter:''' No I'm not...oh, him? Oh, y-yeah, he's a real lightweight. |
+ | :'''Peter:''' No I'm not...oh, him? Oh, Hell y-yeah, he's a real lightweight. |
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:'''Customer:''' Wow, Lois Griffin! Hey, I love your act. Nice melons. |
:'''Customer:''' Wow, Lois Griffin! Hey, I love your act. Nice melons. |
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:'''Peter:''' Hey, listen, pal... |
:'''Peter:''' Hey, listen, pal... |
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:'''Lois:''' Peter, I am holding melons. |
:'''Lois:''' Peter, I am holding melons. |
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| − | :'''Peter:''' Oh. |
+ | :'''Peter:''' Oh Bullshit. |
:'''Customer:''' And the hooters ain't bad either. |
:'''Customer:''' And the hooters ain't bad either. |
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:'''Peter:''' Now, hang on a second there... |
:'''Peter:''' Now, hang on a second there... |
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:'''Customer:''' No problem. Your wife's hot. |
:'''Customer:''' No problem. Your wife's hot. |
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| − | :'''Peter:''' Oh, boy, I feel just like [[Tim Allen]]. I build stuff and I have a criminal record. |
+ | :'''Peter:''' Oh, boy, I feel just like [[Tim Allen]]. I build stuff and I have a Fucking criminal record. |
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Revision as of 08:43, 3 March 2015
- Soccer Mom: That's the tenth time today! Nice job orca! Hey, get Moby Dick off the field before he burps up a Mother Fucker license plate!
- Peter: Hey-Hey-Hey easy fella that's my kid, now apologize.
- Soccer Mom: Okay, I'm sorry your Fucking kid's a brain dead, stinkin' blue cheese fat ass! [Knocks the can of beer out of Peter's hand]
- Peter: Oh-Oh that's it! You Mother Fucker[Peter punches her and everyone gasps]
- Chris: Way to go, dad!
- Boy: Hey, What the Fuck you hit my mom You Son of a Bitch
- Peter: No, I hit your Fucking Bullshit dad.
- Man: Whoa! Stand back. Give her some air.
- Peter: Holy Shit You mean, give him some air.
- Woman: Call an ambulance. She's going into labor!
- Peter: You-you mean, he's going into Fucking labor. [sound of baby crying] Oh Shit!.
- Peter: Wait, wait, wait. One last Fucking question. If I walk through you, does it mean like we've done it?
- Pawtucket Patriot Ghost: Geez, what's with you and the Fuck gay jokes..?!
- Lois: Oh my God, my Fucking baby is drunk![takes Stewie]
- Peter: No I'm not...oh, him? Oh, Hell y-yeah, he's a real lightweight.
- Customer: Wow, Lois Griffin! Hey, I love your act. Nice melons.
- Peter: Hey, listen, pal...
- Lois: Peter, I am holding melons.
- Peter: Oh Bullshit.
- Customer: And the hooters ain't bad either.
- Peter: Now, hang on a second there...
- Lois: Peter, I am holding hooters.
- Peter: Oh, sorry.
- Customer: No problem. Your wife's hot.
- Peter: Oh, boy, I feel just like Tim Allen. I build stuff and I have a Fucking criminal record.
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