American Dad! Quote
[Stan and Francine in the market]
Stan: Saudi Arabia is the greatest country in the world!
Francine: Greatest country in the world?
[singing]
We packed our bags we hopped a plane, we left our happy home.
Stan: Uh, Francine, singing is kinda illegal here...
Francine:
The culture seemed a bit insane, but you said "Hey, when in Rome..."
Stan: Uh, seriously Francine ix-nay on the inging-say..
Francine:
Maybe you've got no reason to complain...
But I've got no Y chromosome.
[speaking]
So here's what I don't like about Saudi Arabia. Hit it!
You can't go out unless you are escorted by a man.
And when you do you come home with a butt crack full of sand.
No alcohol, no rum and cokes, and no Dom Perignon.
At least a girl can have a smoke.
Man: But not on Ramadan.
Oh it's a land of joy, if you are a boy.
But if you are a girl, it's the worst place in the world.
Stan: Ok Francine, we get it.
Francine: Oh but I'm just getting started.
American girls, we do pilates.
Starve ourselves until we're hotties.
Why? Because we like our bodies!
Check me out, you uptight Saudis!
[Francine strips down to lingere and boots]
Oh it's so awfully grand.
Stan: Come on Francine, stop singing.
Francine: If you are a man.
Stan: I'm only back-up singing.
Francine: If you don't take me home soon Stan I think I'm gonna hurl...
It's the worst place in the world.
Stan: I started this point system and she's way behind.
Francine: I only want
Stan: Saudi Arabia is the greatest country in the world!
Francine: Greatest country in the world?
[singing]
We packed our bags we hopped a plane, we left our happy home.
Stan: Uh, Francine, singing is kinda illegal here...
Francine:
The culture seemed a bit insane, but you said "Hey, when in Rome..."
Stan: Uh, seriously Francine ix-nay on the inging-say..
Francine:
Maybe you've got no reason to complain...
But I've got no Y chromosome.
[speaking]
So here's what I don't like about Saudi Arabia. Hit it!
You can't go out unless you are escorted by a man.
And when you do you come home with a butt crack full of sand.
No alcohol, no rum and cokes, and no Dom Perignon.
At least a girl can have a smoke.
Man: But not on Ramadan.
Oh it's a land of joy, if you are a boy.
But if you are a girl, it's the worst place in the world.
Stan: Ok Francine, we get it.
Francine: Oh but I'm just getting started.
American girls, we do pilates.
Starve ourselves until we're hotties.
Why? Because we like our bodies!
Check me out, you uptight Saudis!
[Francine strips down to lingere and boots]
Oh it's so awfully grand.
Stan: Come on Francine, stop singing.
Francine: If you are a man.
Stan: I'm only back-up singing.
Francine: If you don't take me home soon Stan I think I'm gonna hurl...
It's the worst place in the world.
Stan: I started this point system and she's way behind.
Francine: I only want
TV Show: American Dad!
