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00:22:25
Seth MacFarlan, Alex Borstein, Seth Green
103
Jolly Farm Revue. The latest indoctrinating pablum for children with not enough to do.
I vill hear no more insinuation about Germans! Nothing bad happened!
I'd love to further pursue our palaver, but I'm not fluent in "freaker"!
How can you stand watching this? It's dreck and you know it.
with that intolerable woman, that fat slob and that insufferable dog.
That's not your voice! Your voice is lyrical, like the strum of a lute!
Piss off, ya grotty little wanker!
so I let it go in the vestibule and it sounded like Louis Armstrong.
You jealous douche. How about I play "Detroit Rock City" and "Come Sail Away"
That's not your voice! Your voice is lyrical, like the strum of a lute!
"Your head's as massive as a meteorite
from stepping on 'em in the airplane bathroom when you had the trot?
Dead brill, eh?
"Cos you get a kick out of carnage and guts
- Mother Maggie, something's terribly wrong! - Whose stinky brat is this?
- Pope, the floor is not a hamper. - Man!
Spit-spot, Albert Hall, meat and two veg, Big Ben, Dave Clark Five, pip-pip, cheerio.
"It was difficult for the children of Ipswich when the lollipop famine cursed them... "
I vill hear no more insinuations about Germans! Nothing bad happened!
What are you talking about? Germany invade Poland in 1939.
Thomas Mann fled to America because of Naziism's hold on Germany.
On your left is Munich's first city hall, erect in 15...
I never realise you were Gene Simmons, the rock star!
Wait... I recognise that voice!
"It was difficult for the children of Ipswich when the lollipop famine curse them... "
- A little. - I couldn't. My pillow smell like farts.
Oh, man, we're screw. We're lost in the desert.
Yes, my husband nail me. This is him. Peter.
Cool. Well, that's our show for tonight. Stay tune for Battlestar Galactica Forum.
and let's see how they stack up side by side. You want that, you high-voiced bastard?!
My Grand Slam was suppose to be with sausage.
- We were invite! Punch was served! - You can't ignore those years.
Oh, God! I just threw up in his lung!
- Yeah. KISS suck! - Whoa, whoa!
who only drove it to mosque on Sundays. Just had its knees replace.
It's cardboard! There are no words, there are just... What is it you've draw here?
Stuff for sale! Bad, cheaply made stuff for sale!
"You and I are so awfully different
- Mother Maggie, something's terribly wrong! - Whose stinky brat is this?
But play softly, for Pengrove Pig wishes to read aloud
Dad, can me and Meg stay up late every night when you're at KISS-Stock?
Come on, Peter. You're almost there.
"It's actually not a horrible sweater. "
Actually, once you feng-shui the organs, it's kind of cosy.
"I know as soon as I do, I'll find the garment it goes to, and then it'II... "
I'd love to further pursue our palaver, but I'm not fluent in "freaker"!
from his magic tome that holds ever book ever written.
I never got a chance to return that sweater Lois gave me for Christmas. "
Think again, Rover.
"Too awfully different to ever be pals
My stupid parents are spending five days following stupid old KISS around. It's painful.
- Lois, hurry! It's back on! - Calm down. You know I wouldn't miss this.
No one wants to be Peter Criss, not even Peter Criss!
All right. Hey, you're on KISS Forum.
But where are its verdant fields, rosy-rumped maidens and bucktoothed solicitors?
Great. I'm stuck on a transatlantic flight with a petulant runaway. Could it get worse?
- The smoke is so acrid. - A man can hardly breathe in here.
What's my future, coming from these squalid surroundings?
with that intolerable woman, that fat slob and that insufferable dog.
Don't have the guts to respond, huh? No defence of this unmitigated crap?
But where are its verdant fields, rosy-rumped maidens and bucktoothed solicitors?
Your faux pas at the concert was so upsetting,
with that intolerable woman, that fat slob and that insufferable dog.
- Unless we do something drastic. - What?
I have no intention of returning to that disgusting hovel
I'd love to further pursue our palaver, but I'm not fluent in "freaker"!
Lois, I am obligated to keep loving you so I will take my rage out on my own body.
You jealous douche. How about I play "Detroit Rock City" and "Come Sail Away"
- And why? To make me look foolish! - No, to make you happy.
- Where are we going? - I'm not familiar with this Arabian village.
I'm exhausted. Come on, let's get a coffee.
Munich is renowned for its historic beer halls.