Peter: You've got this all wrong. Like God did when he made Rosie O'Donell. (cut to scene of a drunk God creating a person) Angel: You can't put a vagina on this man. God: And why not? I'm God. Angel: Well what do you wanna do about the breasts? God: Take a couple out of the bin we can't find matches for.
Quagmire: That fat bastard murdered Lois! That son of a bitch; he's a killer like Bernie Getz! You know, the killer from the eighties. I used to do a bit on him back when I did stand-up. (Flashback to a younger Quagmire on a stage) Quagmire: Ah, what else is in the news? Oh, oh Bernie Getz. D-Did you hear this? This guy Bernie Getz shot a bunch of muggers on the subway. Wouldn't mind having him when I go see my mother in law. (Microphone whines) No, but really, New York City's a great place to live...if you're a COCKROACH! Man in Audience: You suck!! Quagmire: (Sadly) I know.