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Oh, hello, brian.

You idiot, ghosts don't exist.

And you know who else does impressions?

I'm just asking you to perform a simple task.

Now-now, this is just a suggestion.

Yeah, no (bleep). What?

Flumped the floing boing welfencloppers,

Who was dissatisfied with his purchase.

Now hit the gas!

You mean like from star wars?

I call him bitch stewie.

It's another thing to let him wash your back.

That, as with my clone,

I felt like I needed some kind of an errand boy

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(doorbell rings)

Where's my deodorant? And where's my perfume?

He narrowly misses hitting a pedestrian

Wh-what am I supposed to do?

Now, where were we?

Driver Taxi 707, Horn Beep It.

There was another stewie right there.

Hey, there, stewie.

Hey, joe, what you doing?

But you said you'd do it today.

You know, stewie, I gotta say,

What's the inside of the house look like?!

Brian, Meet North Korean Brian.

What do you want?

And now I need a band-aid.

You know, I've never seen stewie come out of his shell so much.