Peter: Alright, you guys, I got eight crates of ipecac from Mort, all on my tab. Now whoever goes the longest without puking gets the last piece of pie in the fridge. [Peter, Stewie, Brian, and Chris drink the bottles] Okay, here we go. [pause] How's everybody doin'?
Brian: Good. Good so far.
Peter: Alright, alright.
Stewie: Nothing yet.
Peter: Cool, cool. You know, I don't know if any of you guys have had that pie yet, but that's...that is some tasty stuff. That's from the bake sale that Lois—HULLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHH!!!
Stewie: Ooh, one down, I know someone who won't be having an...BLEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
Chris: I'm startin' to feel funny.
Brian: Well, I feel fine, I guess I'm gonna...HUHLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Chris: Oh, boy! That means I win! I get to eat...HULEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Brian: Get the phone! Call nine-one-o—HULEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHH!!!
Peter: Lois! Lois, Lois, get in he...HULEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHH!!!
Brian: Okay. I think it's all gone. I think pthat...HULEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHH!!!
Stewie: I don't want it I don't want a not...HULLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHH!!
Brian: Peter, I need you to hold my ears a...LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHH!!!
[The vomiting stops for a bit, and the whole living room is covered in puke. Lois comes into the room with a cooking pot]
Lois: Who wants chowder?
Peter, Chris, Brian and Stewie: HUUULLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHH!!
Stewie: Ha! I got your hat! Take that, hatless! Now go back to the quad and resume your hackey-sack tourney! I'm not going to lie down for some frat boy bastard with his damn Teva sandals and his Skoal Bandits and his Abercrombie and Fitch long-sleeve open stitched crew-neck henley smoking his sticky buds out of a soda can while watching his favorite downloaded Simpson episodes every night! Yes, we all love Mr. Plow. Oh, you've got the song memorized, do you? SO DOES EVERYONE ELSE! That is exactly the kind of idiot you see at Taco Bell at one in the morning...the guy who just whiffed his way down the bar-skank ladder.