Who Got Dee Pregnant?

Charlie:I think we should get some chalk and some erasers, because that dust cloud, you know, really shows the laser beam alarms.

Frank:We got to spend a lot of time in the Civil War section.

Mac:No, we're not doing the Civil War section, Frank.

Dennis:I don't even know how to make the bird jokes anymore, like they don't apply.

Dee:I'm not fat. I'm pregnant.

Mac:I feel like you say that all the time now.

Frank:You better do yourself a favor and flush it out.

Dennis:Dee, we don't care about you or your body, or your baby, or that baby bird you're probably carrying inside of you.

Dee:Well you should give a shit, 'cause one of you is the father.

What?

W-What the hell you talking about?

Mac:I-I browned out that evening.

Browned out? What's browned out?

Mac:Oh, it's when you drink so much that everything goes brown. It's not as severe as a blackout, 'cause I remember bits and pieces. I like to call it browning out.

Dennis:There's a good reason for that, Frank. Because I think Mac just made it up on the spot.

Mac:I did.

You did?

That's a great term... browning out.

You like it?

I love it!

Dennis:Once you throw a term like that out and everybody likes it, it's pretty much fair game.

Mac:We can use it whenever...

Charlie:It's public domain at that point.

Charlie:I'm that character from Lord of the Rings, Viggio Morgenstein.

Mac:Okay, that is not the character's name, that's the actor's name, and you're not even getting that right.

Dennis:Fizz! Fizz! I vant to suck your blood! It's Tvilight time! Time for blood sucking.

Mac:You are dressed like the Phantom of the Opera. He's not a vampire. He eats theater people.

Dennis:No, he doesn't.

Charlie:I think he might.

Mac:He does.

Mac:And I'm surprised you even know who the Phantom of the Opera is.

Charlie:He might not.

Mac:He doesn't.

Dennis:No, I don't, I don't.

Dee:There's no studs here. No beef in the freezer, if you know what I mean.

Dennis:Are we supposed to pretend like you're not dressed like a giant bird? I mean, if you're gonna be sexy, don't dress like a bird, Dee.

Frank:She wears it well. Woof, woof. She wears it very well.

Mac:despite looking like a cartoon bricklayer I was started to get pretty close to sealing the deal with the peacock lady.

Dennis:She's like... 'Oh, my God, you look so sexy. I'm gonna sex you all up.' 'Oh, my goodness... Get your sex off me!'

Dennis:You have any idea what it's like to be this sexy?

Waitress:Yeah, Charlie, I received all 100 of them.

Charlie:I made out with the waitress! That's amazing!

Frank:First of all, don't say I went as Spider-Man. I didn't go as Spider-Man. I was Man-Spider. Totally different.

Frank:She incorporated a bun in the lovemaking. She took the-the... the dough and rolled it up into a ball, and then she... And we were going berserk.

Dennis:Frank, Frank, we don't need to hear this part of the story. Okay? Can you just tell us about Halloween? Stick to Halloween night.

Charlie:Not from you! It's the stupid sexy costume.

Artemis:I don't remember most evenings.

Artemis:Because it's really interesting and innovative, and I thought maybe you'd want some lessons.

Artemis:I'm talking about the sounds of hot, passionate lovemaking that was coming from the bathroom that I had heard with my own two ear balls.

Artemis:where we gave each other handjobs.

Charlie:Mac's the dad! Do it with me. Mac's the dad!

Mac:There was no time for an ocular pat-down.

Mac:I had a tremendous amount of douche bag blood all over my knuckles

Mac:Shoo. Shoo! Get out of here. Shoo. Shoo. Shoo. Come on. Get out. Get out.

Mac:Margaret, what are you doing here? God, that is so gross. You're always doing that. Are you trying to tell me something? Ugh. Is that, like, a sexual thing? All right, let's do this.

McPoyle:Your breath is awful.

Charlie:Really?

McPoyle:Yeah.

Liam McPoyle:Your breath is awful.

Charlie:Really?

Liam McPoyle:Yeah.

Charlie:Viggio Morgenstein! Hey. I'm insanely high on mescaline.

McPoyle:I heard you gave quite a performance, Macwell.

McPoyle:Mm... Mm... mmm...

McPoyle:She's still expecting a call.

Mac:That's not going to happen.

McPoyle:You will call her!

Dee:Listen, all right, number one, it's a win-win for both of us. That weird plumber... he's going to leave you alone for the rest of the night. That's good, right? And then the second great thing for you is I'm not going to beat the shit out of you, so let's go.

Dee:Call me a bird all night. Making fun, saying names. Well, let's see who's sexy now, dickwads. 'Cause I look good.

Charlie:So Dee thinks that I'm the dad, but, Dennis, you're the dad.

Dennis:Delightful.

Frank:Don't flush.

Frank:We got to get you and that monster that's in your gut down to Mexico ASAP.

Dee:I just told you that because you were making fun of me for eating the sandwich, and I thought it would upset you and get you going and it did, it worked.

Dennis:Oh! Whew!

Dee:but I'll tell you what, I'm not going to tell you who the father is.

Dennis:This close... ...man, I really dodged the bullet on that.

Mac:You look like a turkey.

Dennis:Yeah. Also I would say, I would say you look like an-an ostrich.

Frank:Yes!

Mac:You know, I was... I want to call her an emu, but I want to save it for, you know... You are big, fat, flightless bird.