Show: Family Guy - 21x3
{\an8}Welcome to our home, {\an8}and thank you all so much for coming to celebrate {\an8}our dear Lois and her wonderful husband, {\an8}uh, Peter.
{\an8}I know Carter wanted to say a few words.
{\an8}Poor, unfunny, fat.
{\an8}Oh, and the sprinklers come on at 4:00.
{\an8}I don't know how to change that, so we have until then.
{\an8}Beautifully said.
{\an8}Wow.
{\an8}Lot of years for us.
{\an8}Hey, so what do you think about dinner?
{\an8}Oh, God, I'm so tired of thinking about dinner.
{\an8}I-I don't know.
{\an8}Well, what are you in the mood for?
{\an8}Okay, that's just another version {\an8}of the same question.
{\an8}Oh, I've collected nine finalists {\an8}for our new end table.
We should talk.
{\an8}Will each one be instantly overcrowded by three items?
{\an8}- Absolutely.
Great.
{\an8}So where did we land, dinner-wise?
{\an8}If I could have everyone's attention, {\an8}it's time to present Peter and Lois {\an8}with a very special anniversary gift.
{\an8}Yes, we really went all out this year.
{\an8}Okay, "we" is an insane characterization, {\an8}but here it is.
{\an8}A brand-new Range Rider!
{\an8}That's it?
Aw, crap.
{\an8}It looked so much bigger in the SkyMall magazine.
{\an8}That's a rookie move, man!
{\an8}Lois, I'm sorry.
I-I didn't realize it was a toy car {\an8}for a child.
I can...
{\an8}It's fine, Daddy.
Really.
{\an8}I-I bet Stewie might enjoy playing with it.
{\an8}Will there be, like...
{\an8}a replacement gift or no?
{\an8}That's very sweet, Lois.
Always thinking of others.
{\an8}Amazon gift card?
{\an8}It's the thought that counts, Daddy.
{\an8}And it was a very nice thought.
{\an8}$20 bill cupped in a handshake?
{\an8}I'm gonna go change out of this wet suit.
{\an8}Mwah.
{\an8}Wow!
A white Range Rider SUV!
{\an8}Hey, what was Ari's wife's name on Entourage?
{\an8}Eh, can't remember.
Doesn't matter.
{\an8}I'm Ari's wife.
Good work today, Mom Bathing Suit.
See you on Labor Day.
Nah, I'll wash it off.
It's my fault for over-guac'ing the chip.
Aah!
Joe!
I'm in here!
Sorry, I didn't realize!
I'm sorry!
I'm leaving!
Ugh.
I feel more violated than Ms.
Pac-Man.
{\an8}So, Lois, you would not believe {\an8}the night Joe and I had last night.
{\an8}Oh.
Really?
{\an8}Yeah.
It was easily some of the best sex of our entire marriage.
{\an8}And for the first time in nine years, {\an8}Joe was able to achieve manhood.
You know, without a pill, a shot or a pump.
Oh, you-you don't say.
It was crazy.
I can't even count all the different positions Joe let me carefully arrange his limp body into.
Oh, wow, I'm so happy you two were able to rekindle that spark.
Whoops, got to go.
I've got lunch with the girls.
W...
I thought I was one of the girls.
You're one of the gals.
Oh, no.
What am I gonna do?
I bet Joe was only able to do it 'cause he was thinkin' of me.
Chris?
I've been caught, but I'll never be sorry.
Boy, I went hard at my fat guys' wrestling club today.
I understood that with great reward comes great risk.
Hey, Bri, check out my new "hwhip."
Pretty cool, huh?
You might even say it's a cool hwhi...
Yeah, I'm not doing that.
Aw, you're no fun.
I will say though, seems like you're really embracing the Range Rider lifestyle.
Oh, this thing's the best.
J.D.
Power and Associates called it the best car for slamming on your brakes at a crosswalk while texting.
Would you believe this is the same model Reese Witherspoon yells at her husband in?
I would believe that, yes.
Look!
You can even change the navigation system to be her voice.
I am an American citizen.
Turn left at the light.
The only thing is, eight different people spoke to me in Farsi.
I think they just assumed I'm Persian.
Seems right.
There's a whole section of the owner's manual that's very anti-Israel.
Aren't you forgetting your dry cleaning?
Oh, Carmen will get that.
Who's Carmen?
Oh, my God.
You're right.
It's Rosalita.
That stays on this curb.
Rosalita!
¿Cómo está?
I'm Sarah McLachlan. And for just one dollar a day, you can help save one of these abused and terrified grips from The Ellen DeGeneres Show.
Whether it's a teamster sobbing in his car after work or a camera operator having a sandwich slapped out of his hand just for making eye contact, they need your help.
So, please, give today.
Because no one should have to spend Thanksgiving watching a millionaire try on sweaters.
Kids, you really got to clean the dog poop off your shoes right when it happens.
It's so much harder to get it off once it's dried.
You're more than welcome to return to the workforce.
Hey, Bon!
You busy?!
Should I get the pump?
No need!
Let's do this!
Lois Griffin, you are adding spice to that marriage.
Wow, look at me, making a difference for those in need.
Would you like to add a dollar to your bill to fight cancer?
No.
I gave a disabled guy an erection.
Okay.
Now time to work some of that magic on my man.
Hey, Lois!
Lois, check it out!
I think James Cromwell is on this Little House on the Prairie.
Actually, what do you say tonight I turn the TV off and turn you on?
What are you, drunk?
And where are the Wet Ones?
You know I need a cautionary wipe.
Stop throwing 'em out in the bedside trash!
I don't!
The hell you don...
I mean, it's all right.
Let's not talk about that, hmm?
Let's talk about how steamy it's getting in here.
Ah, that would be a Bertucci's burp cloud with a Mr.
Pibb fart cloud chaser.
Hence the need for Wet Ones.
Hey, uh, while you're in there, will you sign Meg's permission slip for the Historic Slater Mill?
I left it at the foot of the toilet between my shoes.
I don't have to show you my ID.
I'm Reese Witherspoon.
You have arrived at your destination.
Oh, thank God.
Stewie, you-you got...
you got my texts.
Yeah, didn't so much "get" them as was "panic-startled awake" by them.
I just...
I really am...
is in no condition to drive home.
It was dog trivia night.
People kept buying me shots.
I-I almost...
Oh, God.
Oh, pull...
Uh, pull over!
Pull over!
Aah!
Are you gonna puke?!
Aah!
Not in the car!
Here, here, aim it into this TCBY cup.
Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
I'm okay.
You good?
Yeah.
Sorry.
For a second...
Aah!
No!
In the yogurt cup, Brian!
No, not on the seats!
The cup!
The cup!
Look, this is gonna sound racist, but...
Stop.
No, no, hear me out.
It's just...
Stop.
All I'm saying is...
Stop.
Stop.
It's j...
Norwegians can't dance.
Oh.
That's actually not as bad as I thought it would be.
It is clearly he has not seen me dance around the skensen tree on Julaften for true, ja?
Ja, we can do hopping like lutefisk in the almond pot.
Family Guy-- we googled Norway for this joke.
I manage the entire Teacher Appreciation Night and I'm supposed to accept second vice president?
They are disrespecting you, Donna.
They are disrespecting you.
No doubt.
What about you?
Did the airline give you the Miami route yet?
They say I'm "next in line."
They are disrespecting you, Glenn.
They are disrespecting you.
Okay, see you next week.
Yeah, you will.
And thanks for signing my Facebook petition about the speed bumps.
We'll get 'em.
What the hell?
All right, Joe, it's showtime.
What is she doing?
It's not even sunny.
Oh, my God.
She's putting on some kind of weird show for Joe.
This is a betrayal.
Peter deserves to know.
He deserves to know right away.
Ugh.
Don't make me do a voice call.
I'll fire him a text down the line.
Hey, thanks for coming out with just me, Peter.
There's something very important I need to talk to you about.
Am I...
adopted?
What?
No.
What?
Are you getting divorced?
I'm not even married.
We're moving again, 'cause of the Army?
Well, it's a big move up for me and you're gonna get your own room and...
I mean, no!
No!
That-That's not...
Look, look.
What I'm trying to tell you is I saw Lois strutting around your front yard, basically putting on a sex show for Joe.
And he was into it.
What?
He-he was?
Are you sure?
Trust me, Peter, when it comes to sex, I know what I'm talking about.
L-Like, did you know 46% of people picture someone else when they're having sex with their spouse?
Wow, did you read that in an article?
No, I do all my own research.
: Who are you thinking of right now?
Um, Chris Pine.
Huh.
He's doing well this cycle.
Damn it.
I'll teach Joe to ogle my wife.
Oh, hey, Peter.
What are you clenching in that fist there?
Well, that was sadder than what I was going for.
Well, least it's over.
{\an8}Oh, God, those are all "final notice" wheelchair bills.
Not a good day for Joe.
Not...
a good day...
for Joe.
Peter, this is insane.
I can't believe you would beat up your own friend.
Well, can you blame me?
After the sick show you two were putting on out there?
Fine, Peter.
So what if I was putting on a show?
At least someone was in the audience.
And maybe ask yourself why I'd even feel I have to do that.
I come out of the bathroom in my underwear last night and all you want to do is look at James Cromwell.
It was weird.
He had most of his hair.
You don't find me attractive anymore.
Oh, come on, it's not you-- it's time.
After all these years of marriage, your naked body has pretty much no effect on me anymore.
It's basically like staring at a chair from the DMV.
Well, sue me for trying to help reignite the passion in another couple's marriage.
I can't seem to do it in my own.
That's not what you're doing.
You're flaunting yourself in front of the whole neighborhood just to boost your own ego.
All right, Peter, I'll be honest with you.
We're moving again, 'cause of the Army?
What?
No.
We're talking about Joe.
Oh, right.
We're moving again ‘cause Joe's in the Army.
I don't want to move to Omaha.
My friends are here.
What is this?
What do you think you're doing?
Not that it's any of your business, Lois, but I'm fighting fire with fire.
Now, if you need me, I'll be chopping wood out front when all the stroller moms go by.
That's right, ladies.
Oh, my.
I'll be here all morning, turning small pieces of wood into even smaller pieces of wood for no reason.
Okay, so, for purposes of the claim, what was the cause of the accident?
Yeah, I don't know how that thing broke.
Well, I see your neighbor has a Nest camera.
That was from a previous attempt.
I thought I looked hot, but then the paperboy laughed.
Un-Unless you think it worked?
Sir, I'm just trying to find out what happened with the window and head home to eat a Runeberg torte, a dessert from Finland.
Oh, yes.
Named after the Finnish national poet, Johan Ludvig Runeberg.
We kind of fell down a rabbit hole on those countries up there.
Okay.
Any better?
Well, now I just smell Febreze and vomit.
Stupid dog.
Seems like having a car is a real pain.
God, it's the wors...
I mean, no way.
Having a car is a dream.
And having an expensive car you're constantly terrified about getting dinged or dirtied-- that's, like, the best thing you can hope for.
Uhp, text from Brian. "
Let me know if you're going on a Tums run."
Ugh, so passive-aggressive. "
Do you need Tums?"
All right, Chris, as long as I'm going, do you need anything?
Well, if you're going on a Desenex run, I wouldn't say no.
Do you need Desenex?
Only if you're going on a run.
: Hey, Joe.
I was wondering if you needed to borrow a cup of sugar.
No, thanks, Lois.
And, also, that's not how the sugar thing usually works.
Well, I just...
Lois, you can stop with the phony excuses.
I know why you've been doing what you're doing, and I think it's better if you stop.
But, Joe, I just...
Look, I've given this tremendous thought, wondering if the reason I became so excited by all that's happened is that Peter's a good friend and perhaps the affection you two share was briefly channeled towards me as a reminder and renewal of the importance of maintaining a deep sense of wonder and curiosity about life.
But then I realized it was mostly about seeing side-boob that was not my wife's side-boob.
It just has to be different.
I can't stress that enough.
But-but I'm okay with that, Joe.
Sorry, Lois.
I can't do this to Peter.
But please know that you have done a great service for my and Bonnie's sex life.
Oh, I understand.
Bye, Joe.
Say, Lois.
Yes?
You're not going on a catheter run, by any chance, are you?
Do you need me to get you catheters?
Only if you're going on a run.
Stop kicking my seat!
That's it!
If I have to stop this car, there'll be no popsicles!
Probably-probably no popsicles.
Aah!
Rupert!
Rupert, talk to me!
How many fingers am I holding up?
Two?
No, it's three.
Okay, the thumb isn't a finger-- you're right.
So glad you're okay to point that out.
Still, I thought I'd lost you.
Oh, this car has brought me nothing but trouble.
Well, there's only one thing to do.
I don't know.
I just parked it on the street, and when I woke up this morning, it was gone.
Well, this Nest camera footage shows you dousing it in gasoline and setting it ablaze.
I have Nest Cam footage of you pleasuring yourself in our hedges.
Is a check okay?
Yeah, I did a good thing for Joe and Bonnie's marriage.
It's not about me, it's about them.
And if I could do it for Joe...
...I can do it for a whole hospital wing of disabled veterans.
Lois Griffin, reporting for duty.
What possessed you to impersonate a nurse and give seven addled Korean War veterans sponge baths?
I'm a sexually desirable woman!
Peter?
Wh-What are you doing here?
I smushed my thing up against the glass of a Lululemon.
I'm really sorry for all the stuff I said earlier.
Oh, me, too.
It's just, after all these years, when I look at you, all I see is dealing with the kids, figuring out meals, going through the mail.
It's great that Joe could see you like you used to be, but, for me, it's getting harder.
No, it's my fault, too.
I've taken us for granted, a-and it felt so nice to be seen as the person I used to think I was.
Truth is, eventually, I'd probably get bored with any woman.
Might as well get bored with the woman I love.
Well, I can sit here and tell you today I'm as bored with you as I've ever been.
I love you.
I love you, too, Lois.
Wow.
You know, I've never seen you in a nurse's outfit before.
: And I've never seen you dressed as...
Prom Night Tarzan?
I'm a Chippendales dancer.
Oh, Chippendales.
I know they have a big cover charge.
How much is the uncover charge?
For you, it's $35, ‘cause you didn't bring enough people to qualify for the group rate, but it does include a $12 bottle of Costco champagne that we're gonna tell you is worth $100.
Why?
But...
Peter, you're bad at this.
No, no, you argue back and then we get all hot.
I'm raising two children alone in a single apartment.
Okay, I'm back in.
Boy, you really made some mistakes in your life, haven't you, you little piece of trash?
Uh, there's someone else in here.
Oh, my God!
What the hell?
Principal Shepherd?
You're in here, too?
Yeah, I got into a slap fight with the Applebee's hostess because they wouldn't turn on Fox News.
Y-You know what, we'll wait till we get home.
We're so sorry.
For what?
I didn't tell you to stop.
Um...
okay.
Oh, Peter!
Oh, Lois!
Can you call out the names of garbage people from Fox News?
Oh, Hannity!
Oh, Tucker!
Oh, Judge Jeanine!
Oh, Steve Doocy!
Uh, who's that terrible blonde lady whose own family hates her?
Laura Ingraham.
Oh, Laura Ingraham!
Yes!
Oh, Peter, I'm so glad we were able to discover this new level of intimacy.
I-I've never felt so connected to you.
Me either.
And I never knew your biggest fantasy was to do it as a cat from a children's book.
For most of the night, Peter gooshed on her flumpkus.
She crunkled his wanz-it.
He boobled her bumpkus.
The bangle-bong lasted till first break of day.
Six times that night she screamed, "Zazu-ki-zay!"
The end.
Good night, Stewie.
Don't read me books that you write.
{\an8}Captioned by Media Access Group at WGBH
{\an8}I know Carter wanted to say a few words.
{\an8}Poor, unfunny, fat.
{\an8}Oh, and the sprinklers come on at 4:00.
{\an8}I don't know how to change that, so we have until then.
{\an8}Beautifully said.
{\an8}Wow.
{\an8}Lot of years for us.
{\an8}Hey, so what do you think about dinner?
{\an8}Oh, God, I'm so tired of thinking about dinner.
{\an8}I-I don't know.
{\an8}Well, what are you in the mood for?
{\an8}Okay, that's just another version {\an8}of the same question.
{\an8}Oh, I've collected nine finalists {\an8}for our new end table.
We should talk.
{\an8}Will each one be instantly overcrowded by three items?
{\an8}- Absolutely.
Great.
{\an8}So where did we land, dinner-wise?
{\an8}If I could have everyone's attention, {\an8}it's time to present Peter and Lois {\an8}with a very special anniversary gift.
{\an8}Yes, we really went all out this year.
{\an8}Okay, "we" is an insane characterization, {\an8}but here it is.
{\an8}A brand-new Range Rider!
{\an8}That's it?
Aw, crap.
{\an8}It looked so much bigger in the SkyMall magazine.
{\an8}That's a rookie move, man!
{\an8}Lois, I'm sorry.
I-I didn't realize it was a toy car {\an8}for a child.
I can...
{\an8}It's fine, Daddy.
Really.
{\an8}I-I bet Stewie might enjoy playing with it.
{\an8}Will there be, like...
{\an8}a replacement gift or no?
{\an8}That's very sweet, Lois.
Always thinking of others.
{\an8}Amazon gift card?
{\an8}It's the thought that counts, Daddy.
{\an8}And it was a very nice thought.
{\an8}$20 bill cupped in a handshake?
{\an8}I'm gonna go change out of this wet suit.
{\an8}Mwah.
{\an8}Wow!
A white Range Rider SUV!
{\an8}Hey, what was Ari's wife's name on Entourage?
{\an8}Eh, can't remember.
Doesn't matter.
{\an8}I'm Ari's wife.
Good work today, Mom Bathing Suit.
See you on Labor Day.
Nah, I'll wash it off.
It's my fault for over-guac'ing the chip.
Aah!
Joe!
I'm in here!
Sorry, I didn't realize!
I'm sorry!
I'm leaving!
Ugh.
I feel more violated than Ms.
Pac-Man.
{\an8}So, Lois, you would not believe {\an8}the night Joe and I had last night.
{\an8}Oh.
Really?
{\an8}Yeah.
It was easily some of the best sex of our entire marriage.
{\an8}And for the first time in nine years, {\an8}Joe was able to achieve manhood.
You know, without a pill, a shot or a pump.
Oh, you-you don't say.
It was crazy.
I can't even count all the different positions Joe let me carefully arrange his limp body into.
Oh, wow, I'm so happy you two were able to rekindle that spark.
Whoops, got to go.
I've got lunch with the girls.
W...
I thought I was one of the girls.
You're one of the gals.
Oh, no.
What am I gonna do?
I bet Joe was only able to do it 'cause he was thinkin' of me.
Chris?
I've been caught, but I'll never be sorry.
Boy, I went hard at my fat guys' wrestling club today.
I understood that with great reward comes great risk.
Hey, Bri, check out my new "hwhip."
Pretty cool, huh?
You might even say it's a cool hwhi...
Yeah, I'm not doing that.
Aw, you're no fun.
I will say though, seems like you're really embracing the Range Rider lifestyle.
Oh, this thing's the best.
J.D.
Power and Associates called it the best car for slamming on your brakes at a crosswalk while texting.
Would you believe this is the same model Reese Witherspoon yells at her husband in?
I would believe that, yes.
Look!
You can even change the navigation system to be her voice.
I am an American citizen.
Turn left at the light.
The only thing is, eight different people spoke to me in Farsi.
I think they just assumed I'm Persian.
Seems right.
There's a whole section of the owner's manual that's very anti-Israel.
Aren't you forgetting your dry cleaning?
Oh, Carmen will get that.
Who's Carmen?
Oh, my God.
You're right.
It's Rosalita.
That stays on this curb.
Rosalita!
¿Cómo está?
I'm Sarah McLachlan. And for just one dollar a day, you can help save one of these abused and terrified grips from The Ellen DeGeneres Show.
Whether it's a teamster sobbing in his car after work or a camera operator having a sandwich slapped out of his hand just for making eye contact, they need your help.
So, please, give today.
Because no one should have to spend Thanksgiving watching a millionaire try on sweaters.
Kids, you really got to clean the dog poop off your shoes right when it happens.
It's so much harder to get it off once it's dried.
You're more than welcome to return to the workforce.
Hey, Bon!
You busy?!
Should I get the pump?
No need!
Let's do this!
Lois Griffin, you are adding spice to that marriage.
Wow, look at me, making a difference for those in need.
Would you like to add a dollar to your bill to fight cancer?
No.
I gave a disabled guy an erection.
Okay.
Now time to work some of that magic on my man.
Hey, Lois!
Lois, check it out!
I think James Cromwell is on this Little House on the Prairie.
Actually, what do you say tonight I turn the TV off and turn you on?
What are you, drunk?
And where are the Wet Ones?
You know I need a cautionary wipe.
Stop throwing 'em out in the bedside trash!
I don't!
The hell you don...
I mean, it's all right.
Let's not talk about that, hmm?
Let's talk about how steamy it's getting in here.
Ah, that would be a Bertucci's burp cloud with a Mr.
Pibb fart cloud chaser.
Hence the need for Wet Ones.
Hey, uh, while you're in there, will you sign Meg's permission slip for the Historic Slater Mill?
I left it at the foot of the toilet between my shoes.
I don't have to show you my ID.
I'm Reese Witherspoon.
You have arrived at your destination.
Oh, thank God.
Stewie, you-you got...
you got my texts.
Yeah, didn't so much "get" them as was "panic-startled awake" by them.
I just...
I really am...
is in no condition to drive home.
It was dog trivia night.
People kept buying me shots.
I-I almost...
Oh, God.
Oh, pull...
Uh, pull over!
Pull over!
Aah!
Are you gonna puke?!
Aah!
Not in the car!
Here, here, aim it into this TCBY cup.
Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
I'm okay.
You good?
Yeah.
Sorry.
For a second...
Aah!
No!
In the yogurt cup, Brian!
No, not on the seats!
The cup!
The cup!
Look, this is gonna sound racist, but...
Stop.
No, no, hear me out.
It's just...
Stop.
All I'm saying is...
Stop.
Stop.
It's j...
Norwegians can't dance.
Oh.
That's actually not as bad as I thought it would be.
It is clearly he has not seen me dance around the skensen tree on Julaften for true, ja?
Ja, we can do hopping like lutefisk in the almond pot.
Family Guy-- we googled Norway for this joke.
I manage the entire Teacher Appreciation Night and I'm supposed to accept second vice president?
They are disrespecting you, Donna.
They are disrespecting you.
No doubt.
What about you?
Did the airline give you the Miami route yet?
They say I'm "next in line."
They are disrespecting you, Glenn.
They are disrespecting you.
Okay, see you next week.
Yeah, you will.
And thanks for signing my Facebook petition about the speed bumps.
We'll get 'em.
What the hell?
All right, Joe, it's showtime.
What is she doing?
It's not even sunny.
Oh, my God.
She's putting on some kind of weird show for Joe.
This is a betrayal.
Peter deserves to know.
He deserves to know right away.
Ugh.
Don't make me do a voice call.
I'll fire him a text down the line.
Hey, thanks for coming out with just me, Peter.
There's something very important I need to talk to you about.
Am I...
adopted?
What?
No.
What?
Are you getting divorced?
I'm not even married.
We're moving again, 'cause of the Army?
Well, it's a big move up for me and you're gonna get your own room and...
I mean, no!
No!
That-That's not...
Look, look.
What I'm trying to tell you is I saw Lois strutting around your front yard, basically putting on a sex show for Joe.
And he was into it.
What?
He-he was?
Are you sure?
Trust me, Peter, when it comes to sex, I know what I'm talking about.
L-Like, did you know 46% of people picture someone else when they're having sex with their spouse?
Wow, did you read that in an article?
No, I do all my own research.
: Who are you thinking of right now?
Um, Chris Pine.
Huh.
He's doing well this cycle.
Damn it.
I'll teach Joe to ogle my wife.
Oh, hey, Peter.
What are you clenching in that fist there?
Well, that was sadder than what I was going for.
Well, least it's over.
{\an8}Oh, God, those are all "final notice" wheelchair bills.
Not a good day for Joe.
Not...
a good day...
for Joe.
Peter, this is insane.
I can't believe you would beat up your own friend.
Well, can you blame me?
After the sick show you two were putting on out there?
Fine, Peter.
So what if I was putting on a show?
At least someone was in the audience.
And maybe ask yourself why I'd even feel I have to do that.
I come out of the bathroom in my underwear last night and all you want to do is look at James Cromwell.
It was weird.
He had most of his hair.
You don't find me attractive anymore.
Oh, come on, it's not you-- it's time.
After all these years of marriage, your naked body has pretty much no effect on me anymore.
It's basically like staring at a chair from the DMV.
Well, sue me for trying to help reignite the passion in another couple's marriage.
I can't seem to do it in my own.
That's not what you're doing.
You're flaunting yourself in front of the whole neighborhood just to boost your own ego.
All right, Peter, I'll be honest with you.
We're moving again, 'cause of the Army?
What?
No.
We're talking about Joe.
Oh, right.
We're moving again ‘cause Joe's in the Army.
I don't want to move to Omaha.
My friends are here.
What is this?
What do you think you're doing?
Not that it's any of your business, Lois, but I'm fighting fire with fire.
Now, if you need me, I'll be chopping wood out front when all the stroller moms go by.
That's right, ladies.
Oh, my.
I'll be here all morning, turning small pieces of wood into even smaller pieces of wood for no reason.
Okay, so, for purposes of the claim, what was the cause of the accident?
Yeah, I don't know how that thing broke.
Well, I see your neighbor has a Nest camera.
That was from a previous attempt.
I thought I looked hot, but then the paperboy laughed.
Un-Unless you think it worked?
Sir, I'm just trying to find out what happened with the window and head home to eat a Runeberg torte, a dessert from Finland.
Oh, yes.
Named after the Finnish national poet, Johan Ludvig Runeberg.
We kind of fell down a rabbit hole on those countries up there.
Okay.
Any better?
Well, now I just smell Febreze and vomit.
Stupid dog.
Seems like having a car is a real pain.
God, it's the wors...
I mean, no way.
Having a car is a dream.
And having an expensive car you're constantly terrified about getting dinged or dirtied-- that's, like, the best thing you can hope for.
Uhp, text from Brian. "
Let me know if you're going on a Tums run."
Ugh, so passive-aggressive. "
Do you need Tums?"
All right, Chris, as long as I'm going, do you need anything?
Well, if you're going on a Desenex run, I wouldn't say no.
Do you need Desenex?
Only if you're going on a run.
: Hey, Joe.
I was wondering if you needed to borrow a cup of sugar.
No, thanks, Lois.
And, also, that's not how the sugar thing usually works.
Well, I just...
Lois, you can stop with the phony excuses.
I know why you've been doing what you're doing, and I think it's better if you stop.
But, Joe, I just...
Look, I've given this tremendous thought, wondering if the reason I became so excited by all that's happened is that Peter's a good friend and perhaps the affection you two share was briefly channeled towards me as a reminder and renewal of the importance of maintaining a deep sense of wonder and curiosity about life.
But then I realized it was mostly about seeing side-boob that was not my wife's side-boob.
It just has to be different.
I can't stress that enough.
But-but I'm okay with that, Joe.
Sorry, Lois.
I can't do this to Peter.
But please know that you have done a great service for my and Bonnie's sex life.
Oh, I understand.
Bye, Joe.
Say, Lois.
Yes?
You're not going on a catheter run, by any chance, are you?
Do you need me to get you catheters?
Only if you're going on a run.
Stop kicking my seat!
That's it!
If I have to stop this car, there'll be no popsicles!
Probably-probably no popsicles.
Aah!
Rupert!
Rupert, talk to me!
How many fingers am I holding up?
Two?
No, it's three.
Okay, the thumb isn't a finger-- you're right.
So glad you're okay to point that out.
Still, I thought I'd lost you.
Oh, this car has brought me nothing but trouble.
Well, there's only one thing to do.
I don't know.
I just parked it on the street, and when I woke up this morning, it was gone.
Well, this Nest camera footage shows you dousing it in gasoline and setting it ablaze.
I have Nest Cam footage of you pleasuring yourself in our hedges.
Is a check okay?
Yeah, I did a good thing for Joe and Bonnie's marriage.
It's not about me, it's about them.
And if I could do it for Joe...
...I can do it for a whole hospital wing of disabled veterans.
Lois Griffin, reporting for duty.
What possessed you to impersonate a nurse and give seven addled Korean War veterans sponge baths?
I'm a sexually desirable woman!
Peter?
Wh-What are you doing here?
I smushed my thing up against the glass of a Lululemon.
I'm really sorry for all the stuff I said earlier.
Oh, me, too.
It's just, after all these years, when I look at you, all I see is dealing with the kids, figuring out meals, going through the mail.
It's great that Joe could see you like you used to be, but, for me, it's getting harder.
No, it's my fault, too.
I've taken us for granted, a-and it felt so nice to be seen as the person I used to think I was.
Truth is, eventually, I'd probably get bored with any woman.
Might as well get bored with the woman I love.
Well, I can sit here and tell you today I'm as bored with you as I've ever been.
I love you.
I love you, too, Lois.
Wow.
You know, I've never seen you in a nurse's outfit before.
: And I've never seen you dressed as...
Prom Night Tarzan?
I'm a Chippendales dancer.
Oh, Chippendales.
I know they have a big cover charge.
How much is the uncover charge?
For you, it's $35, ‘cause you didn't bring enough people to qualify for the group rate, but it does include a $12 bottle of Costco champagne that we're gonna tell you is worth $100.
Why?
But...
Peter, you're bad at this.
No, no, you argue back and then we get all hot.
I'm raising two children alone in a single apartment.
Okay, I'm back in.
Boy, you really made some mistakes in your life, haven't you, you little piece of trash?
Uh, there's someone else in here.
Oh, my God!
What the hell?
Principal Shepherd?
You're in here, too?
Yeah, I got into a slap fight with the Applebee's hostess because they wouldn't turn on Fox News.
Y-You know what, we'll wait till we get home.
We're so sorry.
For what?
I didn't tell you to stop.
Um...
okay.
Oh, Peter!
Oh, Lois!
Can you call out the names of garbage people from Fox News?
Oh, Hannity!
Oh, Tucker!
Oh, Judge Jeanine!
Oh, Steve Doocy!
Uh, who's that terrible blonde lady whose own family hates her?
Laura Ingraham.
Oh, Laura Ingraham!
Yes!
Oh, Peter, I'm so glad we were able to discover this new level of intimacy.
I-I've never felt so connected to you.
Me either.
And I never knew your biggest fantasy was to do it as a cat from a children's book.
For most of the night, Peter gooshed on her flumpkus.
She crunkled his wanz-it.
He boobled her bumpkus.
The bangle-bong lasted till first break of day.
Six times that night she screamed, "Zazu-ki-zay!"
The end.
Good night, Stewie.
Don't read me books that you write.
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