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...and rub dirt in my ass, neck, and all over my antsy nipples.

RABBl: And so we had him crucified.

YEAH WELL YOU ARE AN CUNT IDIOT HAHAHAHAHA!

- Talk to me, Goose. - Don't call me that.

Dad, Mr. Goldman never drank his Ensure.

We did it. We're home. Everything's fine.

Oh, my God and baby Jesus! We're going down!

All right, on three, we'll make for the closest U-boat.

- Why isn't the time machine working? - I'm working on it, Mort, all right?

- Hey, guys. Hitler!

Yeah. You know, our youngest has been accepted to Northfield Mount Hermon.

Yeah, well, you're a fat bitch.

- I don't remember that one. - That one doesn't sound real.

Load up the Country Squire and head up to New Hampshire.

IDGAS about you! You know,

Warsaw? Well, at least we know where we are.

I guess we'll just let you get back to work.

Looks like one's another U-boat.

Oh, it's a dog-eat-dog Reich and I'm wearing bacon pants.

The monkey goes, "Magack. "

Brian, I've got an idea. It's a long shot, but it just might work.

- Unless... - Unless what?

- He's not really mean at all. - No, he's a nice guy.