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00:22:27
Seth MacFarlan, Alex Borstein, Seth Green
264
- A flautist, Peter. - Well, I hope you're happy.
Without guns, how would our forefather have settled their differences?
- And I gave elocution lessons to Rosie Perez. - That's nothing to be proud of.
Locked in a basement with imbecile, dressed like a gay Neil Armstrong.
I have a canker sore on my lip, and I keep pokin' at it with my tongue,
Kevin asked me to Quagmire's millennium party. I am so psyched.
All right! Fudgie the Whale, and Cookie Puss,
- That's why we got him the lasso. - Yeah.
I haven't been thrown outta any place since I was a counsellor at the bulimia clinic.
Yes, yes, I rather like the sash. But do the Huggies make my ass look big?
Excuse me, Mr Mayor. We have an outsider who wishes to join our community.
Thank you, sweetie. Now, Peter, we've gotta find some food.
Wipes it on her blouse
We've followed the pied piper to the gates of oblivion and look what it's brought us.
I don't know, Quagmire. Lovemaking with Loretta has somehow lost its intimacy.
That concludes our special half-hour salute to the past 1,000 years.
Oh, really? Just like there was no apocalypse?
We can dig Joe out of the driveway
No, we'll build a better one. I hereby proclaim this city New Quahog.
has had any food since we got fuse together.
- Hey, Joe, can you keep an eye on the place? - I might as well. I'm melt to the ground.
I'm sorry. This has expire.
Without guns, how would our forefathers have settle their differences?
Wait a minute, I smell barbecue.
Let's just be grateful we survive the apocalypse healthy and mutation-free.
Yeah, I fold. Hey, come on. Let's go home and get tender with your wife.
Peter, no offence, but that's because we all pitch in.
Are you crazy? You destroy all our water pipes?
Damned long ears, tryin' to take Easter away from Jesus. What were you sayin'?
He shoot, he scores!
Honey, I'm sorry I got us kick outta New Quahog.
I haven't been throw outta any place since I was a counsellor at the bulimia clinic.
And you know what? I bet you run into those two dead bailiff ladies from Night Court.
Now that you mention it, the Y is a bit misshapen. Still, it's pretty amazing.
Locked in a basement with imbeciles, dressed like a gay Neil Armstrong.
We leave you with a look back at some of those we've lost this millennium.
Well, goodbye sweet home. Maybe someday we'll return.
Lucky there's a man who positively can do all the things that make us
No, we'll build a better one. I hereby proclaim this city New Quahog.
I don't know, Quagmire. Lovemaking with Loretta has somehow lost its intimacy.
She's right. Besides, this place is paradise.
Twice, three times
I finally get a date with Kevin, and he gets vaporised.
It's almost midnight.
Oh, yeah, and that nice chicken outside gave me this coupon.
Oh, actually, I'm just stopping off at Quagmire's.
And things have worked out fine so far.
He... he was different enough, you know.
And things have worked out fine so far.
has had any food since we got fused together.
There's nothing like someone else's party.
- There's enough food to last us for ever. - We're saved. You were right.
We sure do. Let's hope you get it.
We are not missing a once-in-a-lifetime event because of some wacko doomsday theory.
- Can you help me with these damned studs? - Aren't you a little overdressed?
We are not missing a once-in-a-lifetime event because of some wacko doomsday theory.
We are not missing a once-in-a-lifetime event because of some wacko doomsday theory.
We've followed the pied piper to the gates of oblivion and look what it's brought us.
And when that trouble happens, we'll blow its freaking head off.
And you won't know which one is which. And it'll be really awkward. So bite me.
- Can you help me with these damned studs? - Aren't you a little overdressed?
You said "nuclear". It's "nukular", dumb idiot. The S is silent.
Let's just be grateful we survived the apocalypse healthy and mutation-free.
It's about damn time.
Oh, Bobby, I just had the weird dream.
You said "nuclear". It's "nukular", dumb idiot. The S is silent.
Don't be stupid. She speak good and everything.
- And I gave elocution lessons to Rosie Perez. - That's nothing to be proud of.
- Six... five... four... - Hold on tight.
We're finished. We're done.
Now that you mention it, the Y is a bit misshapen. Still, it's pretty amazing.
Well, goodbye sweet home. Maybe someday we'll return.