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| - :Peter: Okay, Lois, I'll make you a deal. We'll watch the tape, but, uhh..you gotta do somethin' for me.
:Lois: Okay. What?
:Peter: Do that Katharine Hepburn impression for me; a...and Philadelphia Story Hepburn, none of that 'head on a Slinky Golden Pond ' stuff.
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:[in the motel room at night]
:Man 1: [offscreen] You got the stuff?
:Man 2: [offscreen] Yeah I got it, where's the money, huh? I want to see the money!
:Man 1: [offscreen] No, no, no, you don't see the money till I see the stuff!
:Stewie: Oh for God's sake, there's only one way to put an end to this nuisance. [shouting] He’s wearing a wire!
:Man 1: [offscreen] What?! you son of a…
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:[in the motel room; Brian licks Stewie's head as they are both asleep]
:Stewie: [responding to a dream] Oh. That's it, Mr. Giraffe, get all the marmalade.
:[the phone rings; Stewie walks over to the heat radiator and touches it, mistaking it for a phone]
:Stewie: Hello? [burns his hand and releases] AGH! AGH! AGH! Oh, damn it to pus-spewing, blood-gutted Hell! Ogh..! [goes over to the ringing phone and picks it up] What!? What do you mean our credit card was declined? Oh-n-n-n-n-n-no, there's no need to come up. We'll...we'll...Oh blast! [trips] Dammit! [climbs onto bed and pulls Brian's collar] Oh..come on, you, get up. Come on! Go for a ride in the car? [trying to wake Brian, he pulls the duvet but slides under the bed] BLAST! Ooh, a penny.
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:Brian: Oh crap, we gotta disappear and quick. [a truck drives past and both vanish, but further right they're still on the pavement] Maybe we should've jumped on that truck.
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:Peter: Jeez, can we not talk about curtains for two seconds? I got another one of those relationship tapes. [Lois snatches tape]
:Lois: $49.95? That's three times as much as the first one.
:Peter: Lois, our relationship cannot be measured in nipples and dimes. I...I mean, nickels and boobs. [pause] Money. [runs off] I'll be upstairs.
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:Chris: Okay Meg, I'm thinking of another word; this time it's definitely not kitty. Can you guess what it is?
:Meg: Is it kitty?
:Chris: Aargh! Get out of my HEAD! GET OUTTA MY HEAD!
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:Brian: You could be in magazines. You could. And not just Juggs or Creamsicle.
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:Stewie: Oh, here's a pleasant sight; cirrhosis the wonder dog.
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:Stewie: Oh God, you're not coming out of the closet are you? Ugh, why does everyone always come out to me?
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:Brian: I'm not drunk, I have a speech impediment.
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