Barry: Thanks for driving me home, Mr. Smith. We're going faster than people.
Stan: Quiet, fatty fat-fat fatty!
Stan: Careful, Steve! He's as mad as he is fat.
Steve: Hey, that's my dad's Tara Reid collector's plate. You can't touch that. You know how much that'll be worth in a few months when she's dead?
Stan: So, Barry, want to wind down by watching the best movie ever, Red Dawn?
Barry: I'm Barry!
Francine: Are you still moping about Steve? Come on. He's just going through a phase. It's like Steve is America and you're Arrested Development. It doesn't mean you're bad, it just means he's not interested in you.
Hayley: Well, I'm off to petition my college for an Eskimo studies program.
Roger: What?! They don't have one? I'm sorry, Stan, I'd love to help you, but the Eskimos, their plight, that's the real stuff here.
Hayley: You care about the Eskimos?
Roger: Yeah, yeah, I love their pies. Keep going. Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk.
Barry: Oh, time to take my vitamin. May I have a glass of water?
Stan: Fatty can use the garden hose!
Evil Barry: You're not in any position to be calling the shots, Steve. I'm the one holding the gun.
Steve: Sure, you could kill me with your gun, but are you willing to try something much more elaborate and unnecessary?