Family Guy S4E1 Script

North by North Quahog (2005)

EVERYBODY, I GOT BAD NEWS.

WE'VE BEEN CANCELED.

OH, NO! PETER, HOW COULD THEY DO THAT?

WELL, UNFORTUNATELY, LOIS, THERE'S JUST NO MORE ROOM ON THE SCHEDULE.

WE'VE JUST GOT TO ACCEPT THE FACT THAT FOX HAS TO MAKE ROOM FOR TERRIFIC SHOWS, LIKE DARK ANGEL, TITUS, UNDECLARED, ACTION, THAT '80S SHOW, WONDER FALLS, FAST LANE, ANDY RICHTER CONTROLS THE UNIVERSE, SKIN, GIRLS CLUB, CRACKING UP, THE PITTS, FIREFLY, GET REAL, FREAKY LINKS, WANDA AT LARGE, COSTELLO, THE LONE GUNMAN, A MINUTE WITH STAN HOOPER, NORMAL, OHIO, PASADENA, HARSH REALM, KEEN EDDIE, THE STREET, AMERICAN EMBASSY, CEDRIC THE ENTERTAINER, THE TICK, LOUIE, AND GREG THE BUNNY.

IS THERE NO HOPE? WELL, I SUPPOSE IF ALL THOSE SHOWS GO DOWN THE TUBES, WE MIGHT HAVE A SHOT.

♪IT SEEMS TODAY THAT ALL YOU SEE ♪

♪IS VIOLENCE IN MOVIES AND SEX ON TV ♪

♪BUT WHERE ARE THOSE GOOD OLD-FASHIONED VALUES ♪

♪ON WHICH WE USED TO RELY?

♪LUCKY THERE'S A FAMILY GUY

♪LUCKY THERE'S A MAN WHO POSITIVELY CAN DO ♪

♪ALL THE THINGS THAT MAKE US

♪LAUGH AND CRY

♪HE'S... A... FAM... ILY... GUY! ♪

WHAT ARE YOU WATCHING, PETER? PASSION OF THE CHRIST.

L TELL YOU, BRIAN, I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT THIS GUY'S JUST LYING THERE TAKING IT.

IF IT WAS ME, I WOULD'VE DONE SOMETHING ABOUT IT.

(YELLING IN PAIN)

HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY.

HEY. STOP IT.

STOP IT.

OKAY.

OKAY?

OKAY. ALL RIGHT.

HI, BOYS.

I DIDN'T HAVE MY HAND DOWN MY PANTS.

MM, GOOD FOR YOU.

I JUST BOUGHT US SOME NEW SHEETS AT BED, BATH & BEYOND.

OH, BOY, I HOPE YOU STAYED AWAY FROM THAT "BEYOND" SECTION.

(SCREAMING)

OH,HEREARE THE COFFEE MUGS.

HONEY, WHAT DO YOU SAY WE, UH, CHRISTEN THESE NEW SHEETS, HUH?

WHY, LOIS GRIFFIN, YOU NAUGHTY GIRL.

(GIGGLES): THAT'S ME.

YOU DIRTY HUSTLER. (GIGGLING)

YOU FILTHY, STINKY PROSTITUTE.

(GIGGLES): OKAY, I GET IT.

YOU FOUL, VENEREAL DISEASE-CARRYING, STREET-WALKING WHORE.

ALL RIGHT, THAT'S ENOUGH.

(RHYTHMIC CREAKING)

(RHYTHMIC CREAKING CONTINUES)

OH...

IT'S GOOD TO HAVE LAND.

(PETER AND LOIS LAUGHING AND MOANING)

LOIS: GEORGE!

GEORGE?! WHO THE HELL IS GEORGE?!

GEORGE CLOONEY?

OUR SEX IS SO DULL FOR YOU THAT YOU GOT TO FANTASIZE ABOUT GEORGE CLOONEY?

I'M SORRY, HONEY, I GUESS THAT THINGS HAVE BECOME A LITTLE STALE FOR ME.

WELL, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.

I MEAN, I DON'T REALLY KNOW THAT MUCH ABOUT ANY KINKY STUFF.

I MEAN, I-I COULD HOOK THIS CAR BATTERY UP TO MY NIPPLES.

AAH! AAH! AAH! OH, GOD! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW!

THIS DOING IT FOR YOU?

AAH! AAH! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW!

NO, I DON'T KNOW, I JUST DON'T FEEL THAT SPARK ANYMORE.

I MEAN, OUR HONEYMOON, AH, SO MUCH RUG BURN!

WAIT A SECOND, LOIS, THAT'S WHAT WE NEED!

WE'LL GO ON A SECOND HONEYMOON!

(GASPS): PETER, THAT'S A WONDERFUL IDEA!

YEAH, WE'LL BE JUST LIKE THE HONEYMOONERS.

ONE OF THESE DAYS, ALICE! ONE OF THESE DAYS...

YEAH, YEAH, I KNOW, RALPH-- RIGHT TO THE MOON.

(AUDIENCE LAUGHTER)

(AUDIENCE GASPS)

OH.

WELL, THAT'S EVERYTHING.

NOW, REMEMBER, KIDS, BRIAN IS IN CHARGE WHILE YOUR FATHER AND I ARE OUT AT CAPE COD.

I'LL TAKE GOOD CARE OF THEM, LOIS.

YOU GUYS HAVE A GOOD TIME.

BYE-BYE! BYE-BYE! CHRIS: BYE, MOM! I LOVE YOU!

YOU KNOW, BRIAN, IF I CHOOSE TO MAKE STOOL IN MY PANTS RIGHT NOW, YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE HERE TO CHANGE ME.

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THAT, HMM?

I'M NOT GONNA CHANGE YOU. WHAT?

I SAID, I'M NOT GONNA CHANGE YOU.

WELL, YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS.

WELL, WHAT IF... WHAT IF I MAKE A FUDGIE?

WELL, I JUST WON'T. I JUST WON'T, THAT'S ALL.

I JUST WON'T! BLAST! I JUST DID!

(MEG SCREAMING)

CHRIS, CUT IT OUT!

BRIAN, CHRIS JUST PICKED HIS NOSE, AND HE KEEPS TOUCHING ME WITH HIS FINGER!

CHRIS: WHAT GOOD IS MINING NOSE GOLD IF I CAN'T SHARE IT WITH THE TOWNSPEOPLE?!

I SWEAR TO GOD, THESE KIDS ARE GONNA MAKE ME PUT A BULLET THROUGH MY HEAD.

WELL, IF I WAS IN CHARGE, WE WOULDN'T BE HAVING THIS PROBLEM.

WELL, YOU GOT SOME IDEAS? TELL ME.

OH, I'LL TELL YOU. OF COURSE I'LL WANT A FAVOR IN EXCHANGE.

(LAUGHING)

HOW DOES IT SMELL, DOG? DOES IT SMELL LIKE SERVITUDE?

(LAUGHING)

AFT TORPEDOES, FIRE!

LOIS?

HEY, LOIS, HONEY?

SWEETHEART?

(TIRES SCREECH) AAH!

OH, YOU'RE AWAKE.

HEY, UH, CAN YOU HAND ME THE PRETZELS?

HERE.

WHERE ARE WE?

ABOUT TWO HOURS FROM CAPE COD'S MOST LUXURIOUS BED-AND-BREAKFAST.

OH, PETER, THIS IS GONNA BE WONDERFUL!

I'M SO EXCITED, I WANT TO PREP MY DIAPHRAGM NOW!

HEH-HEH-HEH-HEH! GROSS.

HEY, WHY DON'T YOU GO BACK TO SLEEP?

I'LL WAKE YOU UP WHEN WE GET THERE.

OKAY.

(PETER GIGGLES)

LOOK AT ALL THOSE HAMBURGERS.

YOU CAN'T EAT ALL THOSE HAMBURGERS, YOU STUPID FELLA!

(TIRES SCREECH) OH, GEEZ!

HA! HE'S GONNA DO IT!

OH, HE'S SO RIDICULOUS.

YOU HEAR ME, YOU RIDICULOUS MAN?

YOU'RE... WHOA!

(SCREAMS)

PETER, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?

I FALL ASLEEP FOR TEN MINUTES, AND YOU PLOW THE CAR INTO A TREE?!

OH, MY GOD, YOU GOT TO PAY ATTENTION TO THE ROAD!

WE COULD'VE BEEN KILLED!

I MEAN, LOOK AT THE FRONT OF OUR CAR.

IT'S TOTALED! IT'S COMPLETELY TOTALED, PETER!

OH, THIS IS JUST TERRIFIC! HOW ARE WE GONNA GET...

OH, MY GOD! I KNEW I SHOULD'VE DRIVEN.

I SHOULD ALWAYS DRIVE.

I CANNOT TRUST YOU, PETER GRIFFIN!

DEAR GOD, THIS IS WHERE WE'RE SLEEPING?

AW, COME ON, LOIS.

THEY SAID THEY'D HAVE THE CAR FIXED BY TOMORROW, AND THEN OUR SECOND HONEYMOON'S BACK ON TRACK, HUH?

PETER, THERE'S A HOOKER ON THE BED!

HI.

STAND PERFECTLY STILL, LOIS.

THEIR VISION IS BASED ON MOVEMENT.

WHERE'D YOU GO?

MAN (ON TELEVISION): AND NOW BACK TO2쩍 MEN.

(ALL SCREAMING)

KILL ME!

TURN IT, CHRIS.

I WANT TO WATCH GEORGE LOPEZ.

THAT SHOW ONLY FURTHERS THE STEREOTYPE THAT GEORGE LOPEZ IS FUNNY.

GIVE ME THAT! LET IT GO!

CHRIS, GIVE ME THE REMOTE!

CHRIS, STOP! STOP TOUCHING IT!

GIVE ME THAT! CHRIS!

(GASPS): MY HAT!

(LAUGHING)

WEAR IT NOW!

(BOTH GROANING)

(GRUNTING)

HEY, UH, UH, YOU TWO BETTER SETTLE DOWN.

CHRIS, GIVE MEG HER HAT.

I DON'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOU!

YOU'RE A DOG!

YOU DON'T HAVE A SOUL!

OW.

DON'T TAKE THAT. RAISE YOUR VOICE TO THEM.

HEY! KNOCK IT OFF!

LOOK, YOU KIDS ARE OBVIOUSLY IN NEED OF SOME TYPE OF ACTIVITY, SO, UH... UH, I DON'T KNOW.

WHAT DO YOU SAY WE READ A BOOK, OR SOMETHING?

STEWIE, WHAT DOES PETER HAVE ON HIS BOOKSHELF?

UH, TWO GARFIELD BOOKS, AND THE NOVELIZATION OF THE MOVIECADDYSHACK.

"'MA-NA-NA-NA-NA-NA,'

SAID TY, SINKING YET ANOTHER BALL."

(PHONE RINGS) "'MA-NA-NA-NA-NA-NA...'"

OH, HANG ON.

OH, THANK GOD.

GARFIELD AT LARGE, BY JIM DAVIS.

NOW, AS YOU CAN SEE IN THIS PANEL, GARFIELD DOESN'T CARE FOR NERMAL.

BUT LIKE HIM OR NOT, NERMAL IS HERE TO STAY!

OR IS HE?

LET'S READ ON.

OKAY, I'LL BE THERE.

PETER AND LOIS WERE SUPPOSED TO CHAPERONE CHRIS'S SCHOOL DANCE TOMORROW NIGHT, SO I GUESS IT'S UP TO ME.

YOU MEAN IT'S UP TOUS.

CLEARLY, YOU NEED MY HELP WITH THIS PARENTING THING.

YOU'RE TOO STUPID TO DO IT ALONE.

BESIDES, I KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH CHILDREN.

UNLIKE MR. GEPETTO.

OH, NO, I DROPPED MY GLASSES.

UH, BY THE WAY, UH, PINOCCHIO, UH, THERE WAS A COOKIE MISSING FROM THE JAR.

DID YOU, UH... DID YOU TAKE IT BY ANY CHANCE?

YES, PAPA GEPETTO.

I'M SORRY.

ARE YOU SURE YOU TOOK IT?

BECAUSE, UH, I'D BELIEVE YOU IF YOU SAID YOU DIDN'T.

NO, I TOOK IT, PAPA.

I WOULDN'T LIE TO YOU.

YOU COULD TRY.

WHO KNOWS, YOU MIGHT GET AWAY WITH IT.

900 BUCKS TO FIX THE CAR!

THAT WAS ALL THE MONEY WE HAD FOR THIS TRIP.

LOOK, PETER, THIS SECOND HONEYMOON WAS A NICE THOUGHT, BUT MAYBE WE SHOULD JUST GO HOME.

AAH.

COMING UP, HANDSOME MUSTACHIOED MAN RECAPS NEWS IN PLEASING BARITONE.

STAY TUNED FOR THIS... AND MORE.

BUT FIRST, ASIAN REPORTER TRICIA TAKANAWA IS ON HAND FOR THE OPENING OF MANHATTAN'S NEWEST LUXURY HOTEL.

DIANE, I'M STANDING OUTSIDE THE PARK BARRINGTON HOTEL BECAUSE THEY DON'T ALLOW ASIANS INSIDE.

FANCY PLACE.

BOY, THAT'D MAKE SOME SECOND HONEYMOON, HUH?

THE PARK BARRINGTON IS ALREADY ATTRACTING SOME BIG NAMES, SUCH AS CHRISTIANITY ENTHUSIAST MEL GIBSON, WHO HAS HIS OWN ROOM ON PERMANENT RESERVE.

A ROOM WHICH HE BARELY USES.

BARELY USES, HUH?

LOIS, I JUST GOT AN IDEA.

MUCH BETTER THAN THAT TIME I EXPERIMENTED WITH GENE SPLICING.

UH, LOIS, QUICK QUESTION-- DO WE HAVE ANY TYLENOL?

(INSTRUMENTAL DANCE MUSIC PLAYS)

OH, HOW I ENVY THEM, DOG.

THEY'VE GOT THEIR WHOLE LIVES AHEAD OF THEM.

OH, MAN, LOOK AT THAT KID.

THAT IS ONE UGLY EIGHTH-GRADER.

YOU DON'T WANT TO HURT YOURSELF DANCING.

MAKE SURE YOU STRETCH OUT THOSE CREAMY HAMSTRINGS.

COME ON, CHRIS.

IT'S JUST VODKA.

JAKE SWIPED IT FROM HIS DAD'S LIQUOR CABINET.

YEAH! SEE? IT'S GOOD!

WELL, OKAY, MAYBE JUST ONE SIP.

CHRISTOPHER GRIFFIN, IS THAT ALCOHOL?

MISTER, YOU'RE IN SERIOUS TROUBLE!

HE'S ABSOLUTELY RIGHT, KIDS.

BECAUSE WHEN YOU DRINK, NOBODY WINS.

IN FACT, LAST YEAR ALONE, THERE WERE OVER 27,000 DEATHS FROM CHRONIC LIVER DISEASE AS A RESULT OF ALCOHOL ABUSE.

ALL: NOW WE KNOW.

AND KNOWING IS HALF THE BATTLE.

♪G.I. JOE!

PETER, WE CAN'T AFFORD THIS.

NO, BUT MEL GIBSON CAN.

UH, EXCUSE ME.

I'M MEL GIBSON, HERE FOR THE KEY TO MY SPECIALLY RESERVED ROOM.

YOU'REMEL GIBSON?

YES. I'VE PUT ON A FEW POUNDS FOR MY NEXT ROLE.

I PLAY PETER GRIFFIN, A HEROIC WARRIOR WHO DEFIED THE ENGLISH TO FREE ENGLAND FROM THE ENGLISH.

HOLY MACKEREL! LET ME SHOW YOU TO YOUR ROOM, MR. GIBSON!

PETER, THE TOILET PAPER IS MADE OF MONEY.

YEAH, AND LOOK AT THIS.

THEY EVEN GOT SOME OF THAT HIGH-CLASS BRITISH PORN.

ALMOST. ALMOST. ALMOST.

THERE WE ARE.

WELL DONE.

DID YOU THINK YOU WERE COOL?

DID YOU THINK YOU WERE GROWN UP, HMM?

I DIDN'T ACTUALLY DRINK ANY OF IT.

BESIDES, JAKE TUCKER GAVE IT TO ME.

WELL, WE ARE GOING TO HAVE A TALK WITH JAKE'S PARENTS TOMORROW AFTER MY BURPING.

AND IN THE MEANTIME, YOU'RE GROUNDED, CHRIS.

OH, COME ON, THAT SUCKS!

DO YOU WANT US TO PULL OVER?

I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO.

OH, WE'LL PULL OVER. WE'LL PULL OVER.

PULL OVER.

(CRYING)

IF YOUR TEACHERS ASK ABOUT YOUR BRUISES, WHAT DO YOU TELL THEM?

I GOT HIT BY A BASEBALL.

(CRYING)

(GIGGLING)

LOIS: OH, MEL!

MEL? WAIT A MINUTE.

YOU WERE FANTASIZING ABOUT MEL GIBSON!

YOU... YOU DON'T FIND ME ATTRACTIVE ANYMORE.

HONEY, I'M SORRY.

I KNOW YOU'RE TRYING, BUT YOU CAN'T FORCE THE SPARK BACK INTO OUR MARRIAGE.

WELL, THEN I GUESS THIS WHOLE SECOND HONEYMOON WAS A WASTE OF TIME.

PETER... I DON'T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT.

I'M JUST GONNA WATCH BRITISH PORN.

YOU KNOW, MARGARET, WE COULD HAVE SEXUAL INTERCOURSE RIGHT NOW.

YES, YES, WE COULD.

HMM, BUT LET'S NOT.

DO YOU THINK WE WERE TOO HARD ON CHRIS TONIGHT?

WHAT? OH, GOD, NO.

NO. NO. NO, I DON'T... I DON'T THINK SO.

DO YOU?

OH, NO, I JUST ALWAYS FEEL BADLY WHEN WE HAVE TO BE STRICT.

UH, DID I REMEMBER TO TURN THE STOVE OFF?

YES.

I'M SORRY FOR EVERYTHING THAT'S HAPPENED, PETER.

I GUESS I'M GOING THROUGH A PHASE RIGHT NOW WHERE I'M ONLY ATTRACTED TO HANDSOME MEN.

WELL, WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO, LOIS?

JUST ADMIT THAT THERE'S NO EXCITEMENT LEFT IN OUR MARRIAGE, GO HOME AND SPEND THE REST OF OUR LIVES LOOKING AT EACH OTHER ACROSS THE BREAKFAST TABLE, TALKING ABOUT HOW MUCH WE BOTH LIKE TOTAL?

OH, I LOVE TOTAL.

OOH, ACTUALLY, SO DO I.

AND IT'S HEALTHY FOR US, TOO...

OH, GOD, IT'S STARTING ALREADY!

LOIS, WE ARE SCREWED.

(WHIRRING)

WOW...

MEL GIBSONS' SECRET SCREENING ROOM.

HEY, WHAT'S THIS?

THE MESSIAH.

HE'S GONE!

WHERE DID HE GO?

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)

HANG ON!

MAN, YOU CRAZY, JESUS! YOU CRAZY!

THAT'S WHAT MY EX-WIFE SAID.

(SIRENS BLARING)

FOR THE SON OF GOD, YOU SURE ARE A SON OF A...

BOTH: WHOA!

ANNOUNCER: CHRIS TUCKER AND JIM CA-CAVIZ-CAVIZIEL?

IS THAT IT? THE GUY FROM THE FIRST ONE?

PASSION OF THE CHRIST 2:

(GUNFIRE)

YOU KNOW HOW TO USE ONE OF THESE?

YOU KNOW HOW TO USE ONE OF THESE?

THIS JULY, LET HE WHO IS WITHOUT SIN KICK THE FIRST ASS.

AW, MAN, THAT'S ALL WE NEED--

MORE MEL GIBSON JESUS MUMBO JUMBO.

WELL, NOT IF I HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT IT.

I AM GONNA MAKE SURE THIS NEVER SEES THE LIGHT OF DAY.

PETER, ARE YOU CRAZY?

STEALING MEL GIBSON'S TOWELS, BATHROBES AND NAZI PARAPHERNALIA IS ONE THING, BUT THIS IS A MULTI-MILLION DOLLAR FILM AND HE'S A VERY POWERFUL MAN.

HE COULD HAVE US ARRESTED OR... OR KILLED!

IT'S WORTH THE RISK, LOIS.

TO SAVE THE WORLD ANOTHER TWO HOURS OF TORTURE.

WE GOTTA GET RID OF THIS THING FOR THE SAKE OF JESUS AND SNOOPY AND ALL THE OTHER BELOVED CHILDREN'S CHARACTERS.

LET'S GO.

PARDON ME, WE WORK FOR MEL GIBSON.

IT SEEMS HE LEFT SOMETHING VERY VALUABLE IN HIS ROOM AND WE'RE HERE TO RETRIEVE IT.

MR. GIBSON JUST CHECKED OUT A MOMENT AGO.

THERE HE GOES NOW.

UH-OH. LOIS, RUN!

HEY! STOP!

AH-AH-AH-AH-AH.

THEY'RE GAINING ON US.

OH, WE NEVER SHOULD HAVE STOLEN THIS FILM.

AW, MAN, THIS IS EVEN MORE INTENSE THAN THAT TIME I FORGOT HOW TO SIT DOWN.

DON'T WORRY, LOIS.

I THINK I KNOW HOW TO LOSE THEM.

(SCREAMING)

PETER, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!

LOIS, TRUST ME.

HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I DONE THIS BEFORE?

ALL RIGHT. BUT BE CAREFUL.

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

(DOORBELL CHIMES)

OKAY, NOW BE POLITE, AND FOR GOD'S SAKE, DON'T MENTION ANYTHING ABOUT HIS KID'S FACE.

OH, SHUT UP, I AM ALWAYS SO POLITE.

(CHUCKLES)

I, UH, HOPE WE DON'T WIND UP ON THE EVENING NEWS 'CAUSE OF THIS.

(CHUCKLES)

YOU'RE FUNNY.

AH, BRIAN. PLEASE, COME IN.

CAN MY WIFE STACY GET YOU ANYTHING?

GO TO HELL, TOM.

ALREADY THERE, HON.

YES, WELL, UH, MR. TUCKER, UH, IT SEEMS YOUR SON, JAKE, HAD SOME VODKA AT THE SCHOOL DANCE AND, UH, CHRIS GOT BLAMED FOR IT.

THIS, UH, THIS-THIS WHOLE SITUATION HAS JUST TURNED HIS WHOLE LIFE UPSIDE-DOWN FACE.

IT'S NO CONCERN OF MINE IF IT'S TURNED HIS LIFE UPSIDE-DOWN FACE.

JAKE'S A GOOD BOY. AREN'T YOU JAKE?

YEAH!

LOOK, MR. TUCKER, I...

WE'RE THROUGH HERE.

GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, BENJI. WELL, FINE!

IF YOU'RE GONNA BE THAT WAY ABOUT IT, MAYBE I'LL DO THIS! YEAH, LOOK AT THIS!

STOP THAT! OH, YEAH, YOU DON'T LIKE THIS.

STOP IT. STOP DOING THAT ON MY CARPET!

THIS IS WHAT BENJI WOULD DO, YEAH. HEY! KNOCK IT OFF!

OH, BOY, THAT FEELS SO GOOD. STOP IT! STOP IT!

THAT FEELS SO GOOD!

THERE'S GOTTA BE A WAY TO GET BACK AT JAKE TUCKER FOR WHAT HE DID TO CHRIS.

(GASPS): I KNOW! I KNOW! I KNOW!

LET'S PLANT DRUGS IN HIS LOCKER.

OH, MY GOD, THAT'S A GREAT IDEA!

YEAH, THOUGHT YOU'D LIKE THAT.

HEY, LOOK AT THAT YOSEMITE SAM MUD FLAP.

YOU BETTER STAY BACK, BRIAN.

(SIGHS CONTENTLY)

( SIGHS ): I THINK WE LOST THEM.

YOU STAY HERE, I'M GONNA GO BURY THIS FILM.

WELL, MEL GIBSON, THIS IS ONE PIECE OF CRAP THE WORLD WILL NEVER HAVE TO SUFFER THROUGH.

(CHUCKLES): I AM SO CLEVER.

THAT'S WHY THEY PICKED ME TO CONVINCE CONGRESS TO GO TO WAR.

THERE IS NO JUST CAUSE FOR AN INVASION OF IRAQ.

WELL, THAT MAY BE, BUT WHAT WE'RE ALL FORGETTING IS, ANYONE WHO DOESN'T WANT TO GO TO WAR IS GAY.

I WANNA GO TO WAR.

OH, YES, YES! ! I WANNA GO TO WAR.

LET'S GO TO WAR. WE SHOULD DEFINITELY GO TO WAR.

I WAS THE FIRST ONE WHO WANTED TO GO TO WAR!

(YELPING)

(SCREAMING)

PETER!

LOIS!

DON'T TAKE THIS PERSONALLY, MRS. GRIFFIN.

I'M DOING THIS BECAUSE I HAVE TO.

(FEARFULLY): WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO TO ME?

(HOPEFULLY): WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO TO ME?

AS SOON AS YOUR HUSBAND GIVES ME WHAT I WANT, YOU'RE FREE TO GO.

PETER: ANYBODY HOME?

PETER!

ALL RIGHT, GIBSON, I WANT MY WIFE BACK.

OR A WOMAN OF EQUAL PHYSICAL ATTRACTIVENESS.

WHERE'S THE FILM?

COME ON, HONEY, LET'S GET OUT OF HERE.

PETER, YOU'RE JUST GONNA GIVE HIM THE FILM?

DON'T WORRY, LOIS, THERE'S A DOG TURD IN THERE.

BUT BY THE TIME HE FINDS OUT, WE'LL BE LONG GON...

THERE'S A DOG TURD IN HERE.

UH-OH. LOIS. WHAT?

JUMP!

(SCREAMING)

NO, WAIT.

I'LL DEAL WITH THEM MYSELF.

WE'RE ON TOP OF THE MONUMENT.

HOLY CRAP!

(GUNSHOT) (SCREAMING)

(GUNSHOT)

YOU KNOW, I KNOW THIS IS THE WRONG TIME TO BE STAR STRUCK, BUT MEL GIBSON IS SHOOTING AT US.

(SCREAMING)

PETER! HELP!

OH, MAN! I'M COMING, LOIS!

(CHUCKLING)

HEY, LOIS, LOOK. I'M A BOOGER.

(CHUCKLING)

PETER, FOR GOD'S SAKE!

OKAY, OKAY, GRAB MY HAND!

(GUN CLICKING)

(GASPING)

AND NOW, MR. GRIFFIN...

I WANT THAT FILM.

OH, SURE.

IT'S, UH, RIGHT OVER THERE IN PRESIDENT RUSHMORE'S MOUTH.

(SCREAMING)

MY GOD, HE JUST WALKED RIGHT OVER THE EDGE.

OF COURSE HE DID.

CHRISTIANS DON'T BELIEVE IN GRAVITY.

(GRUNTING)

PETER, IT'S BACK.

WHAT? THAT RASH?

NO, NO, THE SPARK.

HONEY, I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE ATTRACTED TO YOU THAN I AM RIGHT NOW.

REALLY? WOW.

HEY, SO, I GUESS THIS HONEYMOON WAS JUST THE KIND OF EXCITEMENT OUR MARRIAGE NEEDED, HUH?

I GUESS IT JUST GOES TO SHOW THAT...

SHUT UP AND LET'S DO IT.

(GIGGLING)

OH, PETER!

PETER: YES!

HEY. HEY, JEFFERSON.

CHECK IT OUT.

CHICK GETTING NAILED ON MY HEAD.

SWEET.

HEY, TEDDY, PASS THE WORD DOWN TO FRANKENSTEIN.

OH, HA-HA.

IN LOCAL NEWS, A BUDDY CIANCI JR. HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT HAS BEEN ARRESTED FOR POSSESSION OF DRUGS.

THE STUDENT HAS BEEN SENTENCED TO 200 HOURS OF COMMUNITY SERVICE AND IS A VERY BAD BOY.

WE NOW GO TO OLLIE WILLIAMS FOR THE PUNISHMENT FORECAST. OLLIE.

HE GON' GET IT!

THANKS, OLLIE. NOW THIS.

SO, YOU ACTUALLY PUT COKE IN THAT KID'S LOCKER?

YUP. WOW.

WHERE'D YOU GET IT?

OH, I GOT A GUY.

DON'T LET IT GET THE BEST OF YOU.

I USED TO BE A LAWYER.

SEE YOU NEXT WEEK.

GOOD TO BE BACK, AMERICA!