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Lois Griffin: Oh, the Drunken Clam? Why couldn't we go someplace fancy like The Olive Garden? Oh, the bread sticks. Me likey bread sticks! Me likey- [to herself] You're a big girl now. Stop it!
Peter Griffin [to a man]: Excuse me, New Yorker. I think you're in my seat, and I had sex with your mother last night.
Lois Griffin: Peter, are you crazy?
Man: What did you say?
Peter Griffin: Oh, about the seat, or about my plowing your father's wife? [Lois beats the guy up]
Lois Griffin [to Peter]: What the hell are you doing?
Peter Griffin [to another man]: Excuse me. Is your refrigerator running? Because if it is, it probably runs like you... very homosexually.
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