(grabbing the remote) Hey, sis, what you watching? (turns the channel)
Turn it back! (Chris punches her arm) Ooow! You little geek!
Hey, what happened to Fashion Vision?
(gushingly) Oh, sorry, Quinn. Um, you want a peanut butter log?
CChris
Need a smoother glass?
Should I fluff your shoelaces?
(jealous) If you guys like Quinn so much, maybe you should adopt her and I can go live with the Morgendorfers.
CChris
I'll help you pack.
Quinn, it's getting kind of crowded in here. Maybe Tiffany has more room.
You will marry a man while still in your prime. Then, after putting him through school and spending 20 long-suffering years begging him to turn off those damn Broncos and get a real job, he'll walk out of your life, leaving a trail of muddy footprints behind on the freshly cleaned carpet. But you'll be better off without him. Much better off.
[girl runs away, sobbing]
And she's the living proof.
Should we get our fortunes read?
I'll pass. Knowing the present is bad enough.
Then how about a Ferris wheel ride?
Do I look desperate to you?
[Sam and Chris Griffin and Upchuck come running at them]
SCSam and Chris
Crusades! Crusades!
Ladies...wait till you hear "The Ballad of the Misunderstood Minstrel."
Do I look desperate to you now?
[the Fashion Club is meeting in Sandi's bedroom]
Then it's unanimous. Under no circumstances will the Fashion Club accept applicants with stubby fingertips. Stacy, what is the next qualification to discuss under our agenda?
Weight guidelines...unless you want to talk about something else!
If it's all right with you, Stacy, I prefer to conduct this meeting in an orderly fashion. With that said, I'm moving to scale back the number of allowable of pounds back by three.
Um, Sandi, I think it's a really cute idea and all, but it might make it really hard to find new members.
Obviously I'm the only one in this room concerned with the burgeoning obesity problem tearing apart the very fabric of our land.
If I must stand alone in setting exemplary standards for others to follow, so be it. You're all overruled. Next topic.
That's mine! Give it back!
Um, the next topic is eyelash density.
CChris
You suck! You suck!
Excuse me. [she leaves the room and sees Sam and Chris fighting over the remote] Shut up, you little brats!
[the truck suddenly heads right for Sandi's legs and Sandi trips over the truck and tumbles down the stairs]
[laying at the bottom of the stairs, clutching her leg] My leg! It's broken!
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