From the last episode:

Babysitter: Stewey, this is Jeremy.

Jeremy: Hey, little man, so you’re the guy who’s been tring to steal my girlfriend.

Stewey: What, you? Girlfriend? What kind of sick twisted game are you playing at?

Babysitter: Stewey sounds a liiiittle cranky. I’ll put him to bed.

Stewey: Ha, I got your hat. Take that, hatless. Now go back to the Quad and resume your hackey sack tourney. I’m not going to lie down for some fratboy bastard with his damn Teva sandals and his Skol Bandits and Abercrombie and Fitch long sleeve open stiched crew neck henley smoking a sticky butt out of a soda can while watching his favorite downloaded Simpsons episodes every night.

Yes, we all love Mr. Plow. Oh, you’ve got the song memorized, do you? So does everyone else! That is exactly the kind of idiot you see at Taco Bell at one in the morning. The guy who just wiffed his way down the bar skank ladder.

Babysitter: Good night, Stewey.

Stewey: If he wants to throw hands, I’ll throw hands. *Has pacifier stuck in mouth, and quickly falls asleep* I tell you… I… Uh… *silence*

I’m going to put in the preorder for the next, last, Harry Potter book at Pages for All Ages after work today. If you’re going to be in Champaign on Friday night, and hanging out with me, and want to go to the release party at Pages at like 11pm, and want a copy of the book preordered for you, and don’t want to do it yourself a.k.a. want me to preorder it for you, let me know. Today.

Me, Stuck, Tony, Ness… anyone else?

BTW, Tony, I’m still chuckling over the “very fat Hermione” line.