Roger The Alien Sounds: American Dad - Season 3 Edit

A cup of your hottest coffee, please.

Ah, you know what I meant to ask you.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah. Ah.

Always remember you're a whore.

At 17.

Bam and the bam, the BOP and the woo.

Banks.

Bernbaum.

Bitch, hang up on me.

Bitch.

Boca.

Bonjour Mon Petit camembert.

But much.

Can you tell me the last place I used it?

Check you out.

Coffee plays.

Come again?

Coughing 3

Cry.

DC.

Debbie.

Did someone order a sexy Persian wingman?

Do I have the finger?

Do you know who I am, Clark face?

Doctor burnbaum.

Don't go there.

Don't you think I know that?

Excellent.

Excuse me?

Fine.

Florida.

Franny.

God bless you. You're an Angel.

God, you can be such a douche.

God, you're selfish.

Gosh, I'm so sorry.

Guilty.

Hack.

Hahaha.

Hahaha.

Hahaha.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Hey Cam sandies.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey.

How about hemian?

How could I forget? You my good time gal?

How old are you? What do you know?

I am about to tell you something that'll change the face of history.

I am going to require a substantial cash settlement somewhere in the amount of whatever one of those ionic breeze machines cost.

I am going to require a substantial cash settlement.

I am hung to the over.

I am starved.

I called my people and told them to pick me up.

I can't even get through that thought. I am hung to be over.

I don't need to know what goes on in your bedroom.

I guess I didn't need to give up smoking.

I had to build an interstellar communication device.

I have to pay now.

I need somebody to talk to.

I need to get back to my home planet.

I really owe you guys an apology.

I understand things that happen around me.

I was making a serious point.

I will repeat myself one more time.

I'll try and hold it but.

I'm a loser.

I'm Bill Cutler, local midday news anchor.

I'm going now.

I'm hideous. I'm a noseless freak.

I'm in love with you.

I'm Krispy Kreme McDonald's.

I'm not a loser.

I'm not afraid of you anymore.

I'm not even a real professor.

I'm not even human.

I'm professor Baxter.

I'm professor Guggenheim.

I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm your alien.

If I seem to have lost my credit card, can you tell me the last place I used it?

If I seem to have lost my credit card.

In the words of every sitcom character in the early 90s and everyone in the Midwest through the rest of the 90s. Don't go there.

Interstellar communication device.

Is the coast clear?

It's all a hallucination.

Kevin Bacon.

Kirk, Anaheim.

Krispy Kreme McDonald's.

Kudos.

Lake drive.

Let's roll hoes.

Look, I I really owe you guys an apology.

May I proceed?

My Krispy Kreme Mama got ****d by my McDonald's daddy.

My moaning stems from pain.

My mother's maiden name.

My screw you, I'm Kevin Bacon.

No idea.

No thanks.

No, I don't know my Social Security number.

No.

Not my mistake.

Now I don't know my date of birth.

Now the stress of this incident has given me walking Nightmares, St terrors, diabetes and hysterical pregnancy.

Now you're talking.

Now.

Now.

Now. Ohh.

Of course.

Oh gosh, I'm so sorry.

Oh heavens, yes.

Ohh no moment Tito parchar.

Ohh no, no, no, no, no wait wait. Yeah I do, I do. Sorry.

Ohh the pain.

Ohh yeah.

Ohh, come on, it'll help you pull your head out of the oven.

Ohh, I don't drink anymore.

Ohh, you're done.

Ohh.

OK, here we go. I knew it was only a matter of time.

OK. I'll just let you talk.

OK. OK, good.

Or any less.

Please, Kevin, not in the face.

Professor Jordan Edelstein.

Prostitute and a whore.

Really.

Really. Well, look at you, OK?

Roger.

Ron silver.

Salt.

Shirley.

So.

Something Italian.

Something, yeah, demartino.

Stan.

Stay.

That doesn't make me feel like a loser.

That explains everything.

That should be me handling your folds and squeezing your exquisite back fat. But you don't know you're cheating on me yet, so I forgive you.

That's impossible.

That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard.

The Bob and the wolf.

This is John Glenn.

Try frappuccino.

Tuesday.

Uh, no thanks.

Uh.

Victorville.

Warn the Caps cause I'm gonna make a killing in the stock market.

We can have the wedding in my backyard.

Well, it's about time.

What am I going to do now?

What did you do?

What?

What's wrong with you? Can't you get an idea without saying it out loud?

What's wrong, chief?

What's your problem?

Where the hell am I?

Where'd you get that idea?

Who ate all the pecan sandies?

Why does nobody respect me?

Why?

Will you marry me?

Wow ouchie.

Wow.

Yeah, I don't really care.

Yeah, this is John Glenn.

Yeah, yeah. No, I I know what you.

Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yes.

Yes.

You are right, I'm a loser.

You can't do this to me.

You don't get paid to think, you get paid to look honest.

You don't know me.

You got the manners to say hello first.

You know, ignorant cretins, I'm more than just a clown.

You owe me 3250.

You pouched my bear.

You Randy bastard.

You're a whore.

2.

6.

17 Lake Drive.

17 Lake Drive.

35 year old homosexual.

50 grand.

3250.

ああ。

ああああ。

ああああ。 はい。

さあ、誰かをチャンホ。

ハハハ。

ハハハ。

ハハハハハハハハハ。