Steve Smith Sounds: American Dad - Season 3 Edit

Ah, gross.

Ah.

Ah.

All I need is $40.00 for gas. If you give me your address, I promise I'll send it back to you. I'm a Christian.

All right, relax. Relax.

Alright, let's go screw some sheep.

And I was planning to have sex with you.

And we'll still be friends.

Beauregard lafontain.

Beautiful women will pay me to have sex with them.

Bitch.

Borregaard.

Can I borrow some money?

Can I talk to you for just a second?

Can't you just have sex with me?

Crap.

Cucumber sandwich.

Dad.

Dad.

Debbie.

Don sharp.

Excuse me, ladies.

Excuse me, ladies.

Excuse me, miss.

Excuse me?

Farewell simpleton.

FFFFFFF give me the music, yeah.

For the millionth time, I don't wanna go to summer camp.

Fuck.

Gay.

Get the hell away from me.

Gross.

Height.

Hello, dad.

Hello.

Hello.

Hey, fellas.

Hey.

Hey.

Holy fuck.

How can you associate with them?

How did this happen?

Huh.

Huh.

I am not Steve.

I don't have to put up with this.

I don't know what to do.

I don't wanna go to camp.

I don't wanna go to summer camp.

I guess.

I just want to go home and never think about stupid camp again.

I knew it.

I know.

I really just don't want to be alone.

I'm busy.

I'm in love.

I'm not a child.

I'm not a kid.

I'm not having sex with guys.

I'm not stupid.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I'm Steve.

India.

It isn't working you and me.

It's hot and there's always something crawling in your sleeping bag, like a spider or a counselor.

It's not cool anymore.

Jeff.

Jesus.

Jill Valentine.

Just let me tend to my posies.

Kevin.

Leave me alone.

Let's go screw some sheep.

Maybe my mouth's not as pretty as you keep saying.

Mr holworthy.

My daughter and I were touring the capital and on the way home our car ran out of gas and we we need to get back to Concord for my mom's funeral.

New York City.

No, no, I'm not.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

Not anymore.

Nothing.

Now.

Of course.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Oh, for Pete's sake.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Ohh God yes. Thank you.

Ohh God.

Ohh yeah.

Ohh.

OK, baby.

Oklahoma.

Peanut butter is my favorite thing in the world.

Porn.

President Lincoln.

Prostitution is awesome.

Roger.

Roger.

Rosie O'Donnell.

Seems like just yesterday you popped out of that box and I was planning to have sex with you.

So then it's cool to alienate gays?

So.

Son of a bitch.

Sorry.

Steve.

Thank you.

That's it.

The gays got to you with their insidious ways.

The good news, everyone.

The Internet is down.

There it is again.

This can't be happening.

This is Agatha.

This is so humiliating.

This isn't over.

This sucks.

Um.

Umm.

Vagator.

Wake up, you drunk.

We can't keep doing this.

We had a good run.

We hate the gays.

We just tried to call you.

We're supposed to eat that?

We've grown apart.

What are we supposed to do for food?

What do you mean?

What the hell are you doing?

What the hell was that?

What?

What?

What?

What's going on?

Where did you hear that garbage?

Who are you?

Why did I say that?

Why did you do that?

Why?

Wow.

Wow.

Wow.

Yeah, right.

Yeah, well.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

You better wake up and listen to what you're saying, Jack.

You don't have to tell me lies anymore.

You got nothing.

You moron.

You'll find someone new.

You're just gonna make fun of me because I can't speak French.

You're the most abortion hating, stem cell research, opposing, deficit loving, affirmative action, despising, Bible thumping xenophobe. I know.

You're the most backward ass advanced life form ever.

You're wrong, OK?

ああ。

ああ。

ああああ。

うわー。 う、うん。

うわーっ。

ええええええええ。

さあははは？

はあ。

わあわわわわわわ。