Inside their lair at 1600 Transylvania Avenue, Renfield and his master Dickula feast upon the blood of the nation.
George has been getting a little uppity lately. Time for the "Atomic Wet Willy." That will learn him good.
"See Dick, I told you it was pee."
Dude, I can't believe we ate all the emergency relief food supplies!
Smithers...I'm really enjoying this so-called "iced-cream".
I'm telling you, Rummy, that Meirs broad is a real dish, if you know what I mean...I can get you some of that. Just say the word.
Once Cheney gets the scent of flesh, he can't be contained.
Quickly! Quickly! We're out of time! You must get me back to my undisclosed location. How long do you think my own blood will satistfy me?
"That space between Condi's teeth is sharp!"
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