Dennis Miller: I don't wanna go on a rant here, but America's foreign policy makes about as much sense as Beowulf having sex with Robert Fulton at the First Battle of Antietam. I mean when a Neo-Conservative defenestrates, it's like Raskolnikov filibustered deoxymonohydroxinate.
Lois: Peter, it's just a phase. You've gone through a few yourself, you know.
Brian: Yeah, like those two weeks you've spend narrating your own life.
[in the Griffin's kitchen]
Peter: [narrating] I walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. I looked with a grimace at the questionable meal Lois had placed in front of me. Of course I never tell her how disgusted I was, with her cooking. But somehow I think she knew. Lois had always been full of energy and life, but lately I began to grow more aware of her aging. The bright, exuberant eyes that I had fallen in love with, were now beginning to grow dull and listless with a long fatigue of a weary life... [Lois punches him in the face and leaves. Late in the night, Peter stills lays on the ground until ...]