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Stan, she's your daughter! Why can't you ever say, " I love you"?

- And remember " Movies to the death"? - What's going on, man?

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- How you know it female chick? - Uh, okay.

[Roaring Continues]

Uh- l- Uh-Well-

- You-You don't have to do that now! - Yeah, I do.

Female go to farm, lay eggs.

[Sighs] Yeah. On some level I knew that.

Turned out we had a lot in common.

Let's keep- # Doin' it, doin' it #

I felt the same way at first.

We're doing great. We're totally taking it slow.

Once again, C.I.A. Body doubles are for work purposes only, people.

- I bet you want to break up with me. - No way.

Can you blame me? I'd been holding it in for over thirty pages! Ew! Ech! Disgusting!

- [Moaning] - Ew! Stan, do something!

But my Stan Smith is dead on.

[Hayley Narrating] I dumped a salad on Bill, thinking he was Dad.

You'd better hope Bill shows up. You don't even know.

- On meat loaf night? - Don't look at me like I'm crazy.

- Pecs you could motorboat. [Blubbering] - Ew.

- You can't say it, can you? Ugh! You're just like my dad! - What?

- Bill, what the hell are you doing? - Oh, this?