Programma Televisivo: Family Guy - 21x19
We now return to an ASPCA commercial {\an8}with the wrong music.
Oh, they seem to be doing okay.
{\an8}Hey, can you guys keep it down?
I'm about to go on IG Live.
{\an8}Like I said, "IG Live."
{\an8}All right, Meg's going for her phone.
She...
{\an8}Uhp, no, she's just scratching herself.
{\an8}Well, uh, anyway, if-if you guys are gonna join, {\an8}just go into another room, or I'll get interference.
{\an8}Other than that, uh...
{\an8}I don't know, just buckle up and enjoy the ride.
{\an8}Oh, and I tagged Kurt Vonnegut's nephew, {\an8}so just...
just be cool on there.
{\an8}Boy, he's sure living a lot longer than we expected.
{\an8}Going live in three, two, one.
{\an8}What's up, IG Live?!
{\an8}It's Brian Griffin, and you are live in the "Dog House."
{\an8}Okay, no viewers yet.
I'll do it again.
{\an8}Hopefully I can keep that energy.
{\an8}Uhp, got my first viewer.
{\an8}Whoa!
Getting a little crowded in here.
{\an8}And @BuyCryptoKid33 has left the building.
{\an8}All right, welcome @WinACarAskMeHow.
{\an8}And we got @LearnGuitarIn7Days on the line.
{\an8}Let's get started.
{\an8}What I'm sure is on both your minds is: {\an8}what is the "hero's journey"?
{\an8}Well, that's a question pondered by writers for many, many-- {\an8}welcome, @Gain4InchesIn1Week-- many years.
{\an8}Let me recap what we've learned so far.
{\an8}Writer, "hero's journey," many, many, many years.
{\an8}On the page that seemed like eight minutes of material.
{\an8}Should we bail him out with a question?
{\an8}No, we're not gonna bail him out with a question.
{\an8}We're gonna...
You know what?
{\an8}I will ask him a question.
Give me your phone.
{\an8}We're gonna take a quick break.
{\an8}Hey, guys, I brought in your paper.
{\an8}Why do you get the newspaper if you're not gonna read it?
{\an8}Eh, sometimes I use it to punctuate my sentences.
{\an8}Well, anyway, I have a proposal for the two of you.
{\an8}Well, this ought to be interesting.
{\an8}Are the two of you free tonight for a double date?
{\an8}I'm seeing this girl, and I think she's something special.
{\an8}I want you to meet her.
{\an8}Oh, Glenn, that's wonderful.
{\an8}A-And you're sure she's not a sex worker this time?
{\an8}No, I-I'm pretty sure.
{\an8}I've offered her money many times, and she hasn't taken it.
{\an8}A double date sounds great.
We'd love to go.
Ooh, the Quag's got a girlfriend.
{\an8}Ah!
Get off me!
We don't have that kind of relationship.
{\an8}Shoo!
Go on, Meg!
Get away from the houseguest!
{\an8}Get away from the houseguest!
{\an8}Sometimes I also use it for that.
{\an8}Newspapers: Because your parrot {\an8}can't on an iPad.
{\an8}A DM from @OfficialInstagram?
{\an8}"Hello, Brian.
{\an8}"As a famous writer, you are now eligible {\an8}to become a verified account."
{\an8}Yes!
Finally!
{\an8}Well, maybe next you can get a verified paycheck.
Why is your paper called Brazilian Teens?
Well, what's your paper of record for tan butts?
Exactly.
I can't wait to meet this new girlfriend of Quagmire's.
You know, I always write their names down in case his life becomes a Dateline.
Oh, my God.
It's her!
What?
It's who?
Quagmire's girlfriend is my old junior high school bully, Stephanie.
She made my life a living hell.
Oh, see, that guy's wearing sandals.
I could've worn mine.
Peter, you don't know this because you met me in high school, but middle school was a painfully awkward phase for me.
I had horrible acne, I had to wear a back brace, and to make things worse, only one of my boobs had come in.
I had to resort to filling the empty side of my bra with a Pop-O-Matic from the board game Trouble.
The other kids were cruel and would call me horrible names.
Look, it's Scoli-Lois.
What a freak.
I just ate a sandwich, so I'm waiting 20 minutes to swim.
But the worst bully of them all was Stephanie.
Hey, Lois, watch your step.
Your shoe's untied.
No one even tried to help.
What a loser!
Walk much?
18 more minutes.
I would've drowned if it wasn't for the buoyancy of the Pop-O-Matic.
Stephanie never even apologized, and junior high trauma is something you don't recover from.
Yeah, my gym teacher drove me home without his pants on, but your story sounds bad, too.
Well, looks like all that hard work is finally paying off.
I got verified on Instagram.
Look at that, a blue check.
Blue check?
That's green.
Brian, you got hacked.
That's ridiculous.
Someone DM'd me and said they just needed my mother's maiden name, the last four numbers of my credit card, and the first 12 numbers of my credit card.
Then they responded right away with, "Thank you, comploted."
That's not how you spell "completed."
It's my credit card company.
Hello?
No, that wasn't me.
No.
No.
Ma'am, I wouldn't know what to do with that many Tommy Hilfiger T-shirts.
Yuck.
Okay, you were right.
I got hacked.
I'm so mad, that hacker has me seeing gray.
Red.
It's red, Brian.
Why are you so upset?
You already canceled your credit card.
This hacker is destroying my Instagram.
I have a brand.
Posting Steve Harvey stand-up jokes is actually Steve Harvey's brand.
I think you should just give your account to the hacker.
I mean, your Instagram wasn't setting the world on fire.
And I suppose the hacker's posts are better?
Look at this, it's just a half a bottle of vodka that says, "Eto vodka-chas gde-to."
Brian, what does that even mean?
Hit "See translation."
"It's vodka o'clock somewhere."
Oh, that's very funny.
That's very funny.
You know, I've heard it's "wine o'clock," but I've never heard it with vodka.
That's what...
That's-that's whip-smart is what that is.
No!
No, it's not.
Stewie, I need to get my account back.
I-I may have sent some weird DMs to Zendaya that I'd rather not see the light of day.
Euphoria Zendaya or Disney Zendaya?
Yeah, a little from column A, little from column B.
We need to get that account back.
Lois Pewterschmidt, what a small world.
Nice to see you, too.
You have aged infuriatingly well.
So, how did you two meet?
Did you both escape from the same sex cult?
Sex cults sound terrible, but also, how do I get invited to one?
You tell it.
No, you tell it.
No, you just tell it.
No, you.
Fine, I'll go.
No, you, you go.
Okay, Tinder.
Huh, didn't really need that whole parade.
And how did you two meet?
Lois was dating another guy and I threatened to kill myself.
Lois, remember you had that back brace everyone said made you look like an ironing board in a sweater?
Say more stuff.
You were a nerd?
I thought you said you were a prom queen.
Prawn Queen.
She ate a lot of shellfish and her back was curved liked a shrimp.
I've never meant this before, but we should do this again.
Kids were so mean back then.
Well, I barely remember those years.
Peter and I have three lovely kids.
They're a lot happier since you're allowed to be fat now.
Being a mom is the most fulfilling job in the world.
Oh, do you have kids?
Be careful how you answer this.
Oh, I wish I did, but after medical school, then a four-year residency, a two-year specialty, three years in Central America with Doctors Without Borders...
Okay.
Well, I'm sure all those achievements will come visit you when you're on your deathbed.
Excuse me, some of the other diners have complained that you're not talking loudly enough.
They're loving these stories about how she was a nerd.
It was "prawn queen"!
Like the shrimp!
Oh, that's even funnier.
You know what?
I feel sorry for Stephanie now.
Really?
What part?
The good skin or the great job?
Oh, pfft. "
Great job."
Anyone can be a doctor in Ecuador.
You think they're checking diplomas?
And she doesn't have any kids.
Probably can't.
You know why?
GMOs.
Just gonna run this light real quick.
Settle down.
I mean, I ate way better than she was eating.
Did you see I ordered a salad?
It was a wedge that was mostly bleu cheese and bacon.
It was listed under "salad."
But did you notice Stephanie ordered french fries?
French fries, no kids, you do the math.
Anyway, point is, I won dinner.
Settle down.
I mean, you-you think I won dinner, right, Peter?
Well, you did eat a lot faster than her.
And-and now that I think about it, after she said I looked good, she looked right at my hands.
What does that mean?
Age comes out in the hands, Peter.
Maybe she's trying to figure out how old I am.
Well, but she knows how old I am.
I bet she was judging my tiny wedding ring.
Why was she looking at my hands, Peter?
I think your thumb was in the butter.
But did she see that?
I don't know, but nobody ate butter after that, so, yeah, probably.
I love that she had to ask what caprese was.
What a dumb bitch.
What-What's going on with your face?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Maybe-maybe it's a giant grin, huh?
From having triumphed over my former bully.
There's a rash forming on the back of your legs.
What?
There is?
Ah!
Son of a bitch!
Lois, what the hell's going on with you?
I don't know.
I think seeing Stephanie brought back one of my old junior high school panic attacks.
Quick, I have to do the only thing that would calm me back then: lie in a dark room and try to blast Sarah McLachlan but accidentally play the wrong song.
Oh, phew, Lois seems to be doing okay.
Have we ever been alone in a room together before?
So, Instagram update...
We're talking!
The hacker contacted me.
He's demanding $10,000.
I hear you're looking to kill somebody.
What?
No.
I'm just trying to find a guy who hacked my Instagram account.
I can also help with that.
I'm really good at finding cyberbullies.
One time, I got an anonymous tweet telling me to go kill myself and I tracked the IP address to Chrissy Teigen.
Chrissy Teigen?
Yeah, that's...
It's kind of her thing.
I don't know how you're gonna find...
That's in Russia.
You can take the girl out of Novosibirsk, but you can't take the Novosibirsk out of the girl.
How do you know how to speak Russian?
If you watch enough super dark videos on the Internet, eventually you're gonna learn Russian.
First, just the Russian words for "please don't kill me," but it's amazing how those are really the building blocks of an entire language.
German's very similar.
And then I was able to make some friends in a Russian AOL chatroom.
You got a whole little life going on, huh?
Can you figure out what city this hacker lives in?
Okay, I'm thinking the big boys in Moscow are phishing in Europe.
Russia has 11 time zones, so if we triangulate the activity through peak hours...
Yup.
Just what I thought.
Chelyabinsk.
That was fast.
You got to move fast in this world, bro.
So, are we gonna go find this guy or what?
All right, looks like we're going to Russia.
Russia?
We can't go there.
They're at war with Ukraine.
They are?
Whoa, crazy.
I say we do it.
We're really gonna go to a country at war and we couldn't go to my business meeting on Fire Island?
What business meeting?
I sell bikini swimsuits for "men of size."
You mean fat guys?
No.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Are you here for business or displeasure?
We're here to find the hacker that...
Stole your Instagram, yes.
Enjoy ten-square kilometer of country that don't make Geiger counter go "beep, beep, beep."
Hey!
It's that way.
And then Nurse Maguire gave everyone a valentine except for me.
I want to be picked up now, Mom.
Fine, I'll see you at 4:00.
What do you want?
Dr.
Hartman, I have no idea what's going on.
I feel like I'm turning back into my old teenage self, and there's nothing I can do about it.
I see.
Did you recently run into an old bully or were you tagged in a very unflattering Throwback Thursday photo?
I did.
I ran into a girl who terrorized me in junior high and she used to call me Scoli-Lois.
Like "scoliosis."
That's very good.
I just learned what that is today, as a matter of fact.
Dr.
Hartman, what's happening to me?
Well, Mrs.
Griffin, I think you're suffering from severe nerd damage.
I am?
What's that?
You see, all nerds are one tossed-off joke away from reverting to their worst, most humiliating selves.
But I don't want to be a nerd forever.
Tell you what, find the coolest guy in school and give him a tug behind the bleachers.
That usually solves it.
Does that really work?
I don't know.
Why don't we go find out.
Hey, you guys, this is exciting.
I'm reading about Chelyabinsk, and if it's not too much trouble, I'd love to swing by Kuznetsov's tea-packing factory.
It was built in 1898 and briefly popularized the phrase "Have a cup of Kuz."
Yeah, I don't know.
Oh, you're no fun.
Meg?
Cup of Kuz?
Come on, we got to find this guy.
Now, think like a hacker.
Where would he be?
{\an8}Why don't we just follow this giant ethernet cable?
Did you know Chelyabinsk is known as "the Chicago of the Urals?"
I'm-I'm, like, pinching myself, I'm that jazzed.
What do you want?
Let me handle this.
This is Brian Griffin.
Did you steal his Instagram?
Yes.
I sorry.
I also conveniently speak a little English.
Come in, I explain over cup of Kuz.
Oh, jackpot!
And you know they're gonna have good Kuz.
First, I must know, is it true in America there's a man named Cedric who entertains?
Uh, yeah.
Wow.
So, Brian Griffin, is this beautiful American wife?
Me?
No, I'm not married.
You are like big beautiful nesting doll that holds other dolls inside.
You really mean that?
Da.
You are the outside one because it has to fit all the other ones.
Aw, Meg, you're pretty in this very ugly country.
Brian, I only stole account because it made me feel like I was living happy American life of big writer man.
He has five followers.
I have nobody and nothing to live for.
Well, you have to have some family.
No, they all burnt.
At least you have a place to call home.
Nyet.
My apartment also burnt.
This temporary.
I lived in puddle for while but sun dried up my house.
I yell at sun, "Give it back!"
But it never does.
That is why every day I wake up and shoot single bullet at sun.
That would actually make a good Instagram.
Post that every day.
What?
It would.
I don't understand why the man who can't go swimming has a pool party.
Once the harness is fixed, I can be lowered.
Wasn't this a great idea of Stephanie's?
After the dinner we had, she told me all about the fun you guys used to have at pool parties.
Oh, okay, that's nice.
Don't you think it's a little strange that Stephanie would want to have a pool party when that's the very place she humiliated me?
I-I'm sorry, Lois.
There's a guy here who's fatter than me, and I'm just checking out his front-meats.
Hey, Lois.
You're not going in?
No, I'm covered in Differin gel.
I can't go in the chlorine or the sun.
Oh, sorry, Lois.
I thought you were the towel return bin.
Well, if you need anything, I'll be over there playing generic backyard party football with your husband.
I can play, too.
As soon as I unclasp my hernia girdle.
You pushed me!
She pushed me!
Lois, let me help.
Oh, you can drop the act, Stephanie.
You may have won everyone over, but you're nothing more than a mean girl and a bully, just like you were in junior high.
{\an8}But karma comes in many forms, including stretch marks.
{\an8}- We all see them!
I don't see them.
{\an8}Above the knee on her left thigh.
You pushed me now, just like you pushed me back in junior high.
Lois, I never pushed you.
I was trying to help you.
I was always trying to help you.
Hey, Lois, watch your step!
Your shoe's untied.
Aah!
And what about just now?
You got an excuse for that?
Well, yes.
I was trying to catch a football thrown by your husband.
I wasn't trying to complete the pass.
I was just trying to show the other wives how far I can throw it.
So, this whole time you never bullied me?
No.
I always admired how you persevered through all these burdens.
In fact, you inspired me to start my own foundation for kids with scoliosis.
This year, we have 50 Scoli-Lois scholars.
Fifty?
Yes, all in your honor.
Oh, I'm sorry, Stephanie.
I-I guess I was wrong.
All right!
That means it's your turn to service me in bed.
No, Peter, that's only when I'm wrong about something having to do with you.
Chris, don't let anyone touch my cake.
I'll be back in ten minutes.
Hi, Lois' friends!
Well, you ready to head home, Stewie?
What's that, Brian?
Sorry, I'm muling quite a bit of Kuz right now.
Where's your stuff?
Brian, we came here to find your account but found something much more valuable: my happiness.
Yeah, le-let me be the writer, Meg.
I can't go back home.
What?
You're staying in Russia?
This is a country where female body hair is encouraged, where I can eat root vegetables straight from the ground without being placed under an involuntary psychiatric hold.
Last night, when Ivan made love to me...
Aah, no, no, no.
Uh, please, please stop.
Nope, nope, nope.
Stop, stop.
He said, : "Meg Griffin, you have strong haunches like horse."
How sweet is that?
I'm an eight in Russia, Brian.
I'm staying here.
Well, okay.
But we're truly gonna miss you.
And if this really is the end of our time together, we probably ought to tally up expenses from the trip.
Oh, um, okay.
Yeah, I bought that magazine at the airport, so let's put that in the "group" column.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on.
Yeah, no, airport purchases, we said, were all together.
You're the only one who read that.
It goes in the "Brian" column.
You read the cover.
You commented on it.
All I said was, "When did Miles Teller get so jacked?"
Yeah.
That's reading.
That's not reading.
That's just looking at a picture and commenting.
So you're saying the words "Miles Teller" were not on the cover?
Oh, okay, well, when I bought my Clif Bar, you said, "Mmm, peanut butter and chocolate, looks good."
Sounds like a group expense to me.
No way.
Meg, wouldn't you call that a personal...
Uhp, she's gone.
Yep.
Guess we're covering her neck pillow, huh?
Oh, gang, we got another postcard from Meg. "
Dear Mom and Dad, "I've contracted rinderpest, "also known as cattle plague, "which has been eradicated from most of the world, "except from here.
They say I'm a local now, ha-ha."
Aw, I'm just glad she's having fun.
Yeah, and thank God everything worked out between me and Stephanie, so I can finally put all that middle school baggage behind me.
And maybe I can start putting some of my other baggage behind me.
Peter, we need to talk.
I think this relationship has...
If you leave me I will kill myself.
I love us.
{\an8}Captioned by Media Access Group at WGBH
Oh, they seem to be doing okay.
{\an8}Hey, can you guys keep it down?
I'm about to go on IG Live.
{\an8}Like I said, "IG Live."
{\an8}All right, Meg's going for her phone.
She...
{\an8}Uhp, no, she's just scratching herself.
{\an8}Well, uh, anyway, if-if you guys are gonna join, {\an8}just go into another room, or I'll get interference.
{\an8}Other than that, uh...
{\an8}I don't know, just buckle up and enjoy the ride.
{\an8}Oh, and I tagged Kurt Vonnegut's nephew, {\an8}so just...
just be cool on there.
{\an8}Boy, he's sure living a lot longer than we expected.
{\an8}Going live in three, two, one.
{\an8}What's up, IG Live?!
{\an8}It's Brian Griffin, and you are live in the "Dog House."
{\an8}Okay, no viewers yet.
I'll do it again.
{\an8}Hopefully I can keep that energy.
{\an8}Uhp, got my first viewer.
{\an8}Whoa!
Getting a little crowded in here.
{\an8}And @BuyCryptoKid33 has left the building.
{\an8}All right, welcome @WinACarAskMeHow.
{\an8}And we got @LearnGuitarIn7Days on the line.
{\an8}Let's get started.
{\an8}What I'm sure is on both your minds is: {\an8}what is the "hero's journey"?
{\an8}Well, that's a question pondered by writers for many, many-- {\an8}welcome, @Gain4InchesIn1Week-- many years.
{\an8}Let me recap what we've learned so far.
{\an8}Writer, "hero's journey," many, many, many years.
{\an8}On the page that seemed like eight minutes of material.
{\an8}Should we bail him out with a question?
{\an8}No, we're not gonna bail him out with a question.
{\an8}We're gonna...
You know what?
{\an8}I will ask him a question.
Give me your phone.
{\an8}We're gonna take a quick break.
{\an8}Hey, guys, I brought in your paper.
{\an8}Why do you get the newspaper if you're not gonna read it?
{\an8}Eh, sometimes I use it to punctuate my sentences.
{\an8}Well, anyway, I have a proposal for the two of you.
{\an8}Well, this ought to be interesting.
{\an8}Are the two of you free tonight for a double date?
{\an8}I'm seeing this girl, and I think she's something special.
{\an8}I want you to meet her.
{\an8}Oh, Glenn, that's wonderful.
{\an8}A-And you're sure she's not a sex worker this time?
{\an8}No, I-I'm pretty sure.
{\an8}I've offered her money many times, and she hasn't taken it.
{\an8}A double date sounds great.
We'd love to go.
Ooh, the Quag's got a girlfriend.
{\an8}Ah!
Get off me!
We don't have that kind of relationship.
{\an8}Shoo!
Go on, Meg!
Get away from the houseguest!
{\an8}Get away from the houseguest!
{\an8}Sometimes I also use it for that.
{\an8}Newspapers: Because your parrot {\an8}can't on an iPad.
{\an8}A DM from @OfficialInstagram?
{\an8}"Hello, Brian.
{\an8}"As a famous writer, you are now eligible {\an8}to become a verified account."
{\an8}Yes!
Finally!
{\an8}Well, maybe next you can get a verified paycheck.
Why is your paper called Brazilian Teens?
Well, what's your paper of record for tan butts?
Exactly.
I can't wait to meet this new girlfriend of Quagmire's.
You know, I always write their names down in case his life becomes a Dateline.
Oh, my God.
It's her!
What?
It's who?
Quagmire's girlfriend is my old junior high school bully, Stephanie.
She made my life a living hell.
Oh, see, that guy's wearing sandals.
I could've worn mine.
Peter, you don't know this because you met me in high school, but middle school was a painfully awkward phase for me.
I had horrible acne, I had to wear a back brace, and to make things worse, only one of my boobs had come in.
I had to resort to filling the empty side of my bra with a Pop-O-Matic from the board game Trouble.
The other kids were cruel and would call me horrible names.
Look, it's Scoli-Lois.
What a freak.
I just ate a sandwich, so I'm waiting 20 minutes to swim.
But the worst bully of them all was Stephanie.
Hey, Lois, watch your step.
Your shoe's untied.
No one even tried to help.
What a loser!
Walk much?
18 more minutes.
I would've drowned if it wasn't for the buoyancy of the Pop-O-Matic.
Stephanie never even apologized, and junior high trauma is something you don't recover from.
Yeah, my gym teacher drove me home without his pants on, but your story sounds bad, too.
Well, looks like all that hard work is finally paying off.
I got verified on Instagram.
Look at that, a blue check.
Blue check?
That's green.
Brian, you got hacked.
That's ridiculous.
Someone DM'd me and said they just needed my mother's maiden name, the last four numbers of my credit card, and the first 12 numbers of my credit card.
Then they responded right away with, "Thank you, comploted."
That's not how you spell "completed."
It's my credit card company.
Hello?
No, that wasn't me.
No.
No.
Ma'am, I wouldn't know what to do with that many Tommy Hilfiger T-shirts.
Yuck.
Okay, you were right.
I got hacked.
I'm so mad, that hacker has me seeing gray.
Red.
It's red, Brian.
Why are you so upset?
You already canceled your credit card.
This hacker is destroying my Instagram.
I have a brand.
Posting Steve Harvey stand-up jokes is actually Steve Harvey's brand.
I think you should just give your account to the hacker.
I mean, your Instagram wasn't setting the world on fire.
And I suppose the hacker's posts are better?
Look at this, it's just a half a bottle of vodka that says, "Eto vodka-chas gde-to."
Brian, what does that even mean?
Hit "See translation."
"It's vodka o'clock somewhere."
Oh, that's very funny.
That's very funny.
You know, I've heard it's "wine o'clock," but I've never heard it with vodka.
That's what...
That's-that's whip-smart is what that is.
No!
No, it's not.
Stewie, I need to get my account back.
I-I may have sent some weird DMs to Zendaya that I'd rather not see the light of day.
Euphoria Zendaya or Disney Zendaya?
Yeah, a little from column A, little from column B.
We need to get that account back.
Lois Pewterschmidt, what a small world.
Nice to see you, too.
You have aged infuriatingly well.
So, how did you two meet?
Did you both escape from the same sex cult?
Sex cults sound terrible, but also, how do I get invited to one?
You tell it.
No, you tell it.
No, you just tell it.
No, you.
Fine, I'll go.
No, you, you go.
Okay, Tinder.
Huh, didn't really need that whole parade.
And how did you two meet?
Lois was dating another guy and I threatened to kill myself.
Lois, remember you had that back brace everyone said made you look like an ironing board in a sweater?
Say more stuff.
You were a nerd?
I thought you said you were a prom queen.
Prawn Queen.
She ate a lot of shellfish and her back was curved liked a shrimp.
I've never meant this before, but we should do this again.
Kids were so mean back then.
Well, I barely remember those years.
Peter and I have three lovely kids.
They're a lot happier since you're allowed to be fat now.
Being a mom is the most fulfilling job in the world.
Oh, do you have kids?
Be careful how you answer this.
Oh, I wish I did, but after medical school, then a four-year residency, a two-year specialty, three years in Central America with Doctors Without Borders...
Okay.
Well, I'm sure all those achievements will come visit you when you're on your deathbed.
Excuse me, some of the other diners have complained that you're not talking loudly enough.
They're loving these stories about how she was a nerd.
It was "prawn queen"!
Like the shrimp!
Oh, that's even funnier.
You know what?
I feel sorry for Stephanie now.
Really?
What part?
The good skin or the great job?
Oh, pfft. "
Great job."
Anyone can be a doctor in Ecuador.
You think they're checking diplomas?
And she doesn't have any kids.
Probably can't.
You know why?
GMOs.
Just gonna run this light real quick.
Settle down.
I mean, I ate way better than she was eating.
Did you see I ordered a salad?
It was a wedge that was mostly bleu cheese and bacon.
It was listed under "salad."
But did you notice Stephanie ordered french fries?
French fries, no kids, you do the math.
Anyway, point is, I won dinner.
Settle down.
I mean, you-you think I won dinner, right, Peter?
Well, you did eat a lot faster than her.
And-and now that I think about it, after she said I looked good, she looked right at my hands.
What does that mean?
Age comes out in the hands, Peter.
Maybe she's trying to figure out how old I am.
Well, but she knows how old I am.
I bet she was judging my tiny wedding ring.
Why was she looking at my hands, Peter?
I think your thumb was in the butter.
But did she see that?
I don't know, but nobody ate butter after that, so, yeah, probably.
I love that she had to ask what caprese was.
What a dumb bitch.
What-What's going on with your face?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Maybe-maybe it's a giant grin, huh?
From having triumphed over my former bully.
There's a rash forming on the back of your legs.
What?
There is?
Ah!
Son of a bitch!
Lois, what the hell's going on with you?
I don't know.
I think seeing Stephanie brought back one of my old junior high school panic attacks.
Quick, I have to do the only thing that would calm me back then: lie in a dark room and try to blast Sarah McLachlan but accidentally play the wrong song.
Oh, phew, Lois seems to be doing okay.
Have we ever been alone in a room together before?
So, Instagram update...
We're talking!
The hacker contacted me.
He's demanding $10,000.
I hear you're looking to kill somebody.
What?
No.
I'm just trying to find a guy who hacked my Instagram account.
I can also help with that.
I'm really good at finding cyberbullies.
One time, I got an anonymous tweet telling me to go kill myself and I tracked the IP address to Chrissy Teigen.
Chrissy Teigen?
Yeah, that's...
It's kind of her thing.
I don't know how you're gonna find...
That's in Russia.
You can take the girl out of Novosibirsk, but you can't take the Novosibirsk out of the girl.
How do you know how to speak Russian?
If you watch enough super dark videos on the Internet, eventually you're gonna learn Russian.
First, just the Russian words for "please don't kill me," but it's amazing how those are really the building blocks of an entire language.
German's very similar.
And then I was able to make some friends in a Russian AOL chatroom.
You got a whole little life going on, huh?
Can you figure out what city this hacker lives in?
Okay, I'm thinking the big boys in Moscow are phishing in Europe.
Russia has 11 time zones, so if we triangulate the activity through peak hours...
Yup.
Just what I thought.
Chelyabinsk.
That was fast.
You got to move fast in this world, bro.
So, are we gonna go find this guy or what?
All right, looks like we're going to Russia.
Russia?
We can't go there.
They're at war with Ukraine.
They are?
Whoa, crazy.
I say we do it.
We're really gonna go to a country at war and we couldn't go to my business meeting on Fire Island?
What business meeting?
I sell bikini swimsuits for "men of size."
You mean fat guys?
No.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Are you here for business or displeasure?
We're here to find the hacker that...
Stole your Instagram, yes.
Enjoy ten-square kilometer of country that don't make Geiger counter go "beep, beep, beep."
Hey!
It's that way.
And then Nurse Maguire gave everyone a valentine except for me.
I want to be picked up now, Mom.
Fine, I'll see you at 4:00.
What do you want?
Dr.
Hartman, I have no idea what's going on.
I feel like I'm turning back into my old teenage self, and there's nothing I can do about it.
I see.
Did you recently run into an old bully or were you tagged in a very unflattering Throwback Thursday photo?
I did.
I ran into a girl who terrorized me in junior high and she used to call me Scoli-Lois.
Like "scoliosis."
That's very good.
I just learned what that is today, as a matter of fact.
Dr.
Hartman, what's happening to me?
Well, Mrs.
Griffin, I think you're suffering from severe nerd damage.
I am?
What's that?
You see, all nerds are one tossed-off joke away from reverting to their worst, most humiliating selves.
But I don't want to be a nerd forever.
Tell you what, find the coolest guy in school and give him a tug behind the bleachers.
That usually solves it.
Does that really work?
I don't know.
Why don't we go find out.
Hey, you guys, this is exciting.
I'm reading about Chelyabinsk, and if it's not too much trouble, I'd love to swing by Kuznetsov's tea-packing factory.
It was built in 1898 and briefly popularized the phrase "Have a cup of Kuz."
Yeah, I don't know.
Oh, you're no fun.
Meg?
Cup of Kuz?
Come on, we got to find this guy.
Now, think like a hacker.
Where would he be?
{\an8}Why don't we just follow this giant ethernet cable?
Did you know Chelyabinsk is known as "the Chicago of the Urals?"
I'm-I'm, like, pinching myself, I'm that jazzed.
What do you want?
Let me handle this.
This is Brian Griffin.
Did you steal his Instagram?
Yes.
I sorry.
I also conveniently speak a little English.
Come in, I explain over cup of Kuz.
Oh, jackpot!
And you know they're gonna have good Kuz.
First, I must know, is it true in America there's a man named Cedric who entertains?
Uh, yeah.
Wow.
So, Brian Griffin, is this beautiful American wife?
Me?
No, I'm not married.
You are like big beautiful nesting doll that holds other dolls inside.
You really mean that?
Da.
You are the outside one because it has to fit all the other ones.
Aw, Meg, you're pretty in this very ugly country.
Brian, I only stole account because it made me feel like I was living happy American life of big writer man.
He has five followers.
I have nobody and nothing to live for.
Well, you have to have some family.
No, they all burnt.
At least you have a place to call home.
Nyet.
My apartment also burnt.
This temporary.
I lived in puddle for while but sun dried up my house.
I yell at sun, "Give it back!"
But it never does.
That is why every day I wake up and shoot single bullet at sun.
That would actually make a good Instagram.
Post that every day.
What?
It would.
I don't understand why the man who can't go swimming has a pool party.
Once the harness is fixed, I can be lowered.
Wasn't this a great idea of Stephanie's?
After the dinner we had, she told me all about the fun you guys used to have at pool parties.
Oh, okay, that's nice.
Don't you think it's a little strange that Stephanie would want to have a pool party when that's the very place she humiliated me?
I-I'm sorry, Lois.
There's a guy here who's fatter than me, and I'm just checking out his front-meats.
Hey, Lois.
You're not going in?
No, I'm covered in Differin gel.
I can't go in the chlorine or the sun.
Oh, sorry, Lois.
I thought you were the towel return bin.
Well, if you need anything, I'll be over there playing generic backyard party football with your husband.
I can play, too.
As soon as I unclasp my hernia girdle.
You pushed me!
She pushed me!
Lois, let me help.
Oh, you can drop the act, Stephanie.
You may have won everyone over, but you're nothing more than a mean girl and a bully, just like you were in junior high.
{\an8}But karma comes in many forms, including stretch marks.
{\an8}- We all see them!
I don't see them.
{\an8}Above the knee on her left thigh.
You pushed me now, just like you pushed me back in junior high.
Lois, I never pushed you.
I was trying to help you.
I was always trying to help you.
Hey, Lois, watch your step!
Your shoe's untied.
Aah!
And what about just now?
You got an excuse for that?
Well, yes.
I was trying to catch a football thrown by your husband.
I wasn't trying to complete the pass.
I was just trying to show the other wives how far I can throw it.
So, this whole time you never bullied me?
No.
I always admired how you persevered through all these burdens.
In fact, you inspired me to start my own foundation for kids with scoliosis.
This year, we have 50 Scoli-Lois scholars.
Fifty?
Yes, all in your honor.
Oh, I'm sorry, Stephanie.
I-I guess I was wrong.
All right!
That means it's your turn to service me in bed.
No, Peter, that's only when I'm wrong about something having to do with you.
Chris, don't let anyone touch my cake.
I'll be back in ten minutes.
Hi, Lois' friends!
Well, you ready to head home, Stewie?
What's that, Brian?
Sorry, I'm muling quite a bit of Kuz right now.
Where's your stuff?
Brian, we came here to find your account but found something much more valuable: my happiness.
Yeah, le-let me be the writer, Meg.
I can't go back home.
What?
You're staying in Russia?
This is a country where female body hair is encouraged, where I can eat root vegetables straight from the ground without being placed under an involuntary psychiatric hold.
Last night, when Ivan made love to me...
Aah, no, no, no.
Uh, please, please stop.
Nope, nope, nope.
Stop, stop.
He said, : "Meg Griffin, you have strong haunches like horse."
How sweet is that?
I'm an eight in Russia, Brian.
I'm staying here.
Well, okay.
But we're truly gonna miss you.
And if this really is the end of our time together, we probably ought to tally up expenses from the trip.
Oh, um, okay.
Yeah, I bought that magazine at the airport, so let's put that in the "group" column.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on.
Yeah, no, airport purchases, we said, were all together.
You're the only one who read that.
It goes in the "Brian" column.
You read the cover.
You commented on it.
All I said was, "When did Miles Teller get so jacked?"
Yeah.
That's reading.
That's not reading.
That's just looking at a picture and commenting.
So you're saying the words "Miles Teller" were not on the cover?
Oh, okay, well, when I bought my Clif Bar, you said, "Mmm, peanut butter and chocolate, looks good."
Sounds like a group expense to me.
No way.
Meg, wouldn't you call that a personal...
Uhp, she's gone.
Yep.
Guess we're covering her neck pillow, huh?
Oh, gang, we got another postcard from Meg. "
Dear Mom and Dad, "I've contracted rinderpest, "also known as cattle plague, "which has been eradicated from most of the world, "except from here.
They say I'm a local now, ha-ha."
Aw, I'm just glad she's having fun.
Yeah, and thank God everything worked out between me and Stephanie, so I can finally put all that middle school baggage behind me.
And maybe I can start putting some of my other baggage behind me.
Peter, we need to talk.
I think this relationship has...
If you leave me I will kill myself.
I love us.
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