Francine: Francine Smith. I just want to let you know that my husband watches you from our upstairs window.
[As Francine drags back the trash cans she asked Stan to take out]
Stan: Why would anyone go out in this heat?
Roger: He doesn't speak for the cart.
Roger: It's the two hundred. Clear out y'all, you'll run faster without you stuff.
Greg: You big, black bitch!
Lewis: I'm not a killer Stan, I just want a slice.
Lewis: Did I getcha? You gotta say something if I gotcha. Them's apocalypse rules.
Lewis: All I want was a taste. We cool now, so be cool.
Greg: Stan, before the 200 kills us, I wanna tell you that... you were often an inconsiderate neighbor.
Granddaughter: Grandpa, how come you never talk about what happened in the battle?
Stan: 'Cause grandpa didn't have a great view from his hiding spot. But that's not what's important. What's important is that every day, we take a moment and tell the people we care about "Don't let Roger in a Hadron Collider!"