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:Lois: So...so what do I do? Just aim for the pond?
:Peter: No, you're not supposed it hit it into the water.
:Lois: But you hit it into the water.
:Peter: [exasperated] I know I hit it into the water.
:Lois: But what do they even have water if you're not supposed to hit it there?
:Peter: BECAUSE IT'S FUN! WE'RE HAVING FUN! [growling in frustration, he furiously throws his bag of clubs]
:Lois: Look! It went further than your ball!
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:Adam West: Cleveland, let me tell you something [grabs Cleveland by the front of his shirt]... you're absolutely fucking right.
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:[Lois and Cleveland finish a therapy session and return to the lobby where Peter is waiting]
:Peter: Get all of her squawking out doc?
:Cleveland: Oh, I think we got to the root of the problem. Didn't we, Lois?
:Lois: Absolutely.
:Peter: Alright! Let's dope her up good. Turn that mouth off.
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:Adam West: Dr. Brown, I just killed nine people! Uh, I mean, I have ducks on my feet. Old crazy harmless mayor. Quack quack!
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:Marla: There you are. Listen up, Meg. This TSA isn't sweaty enough for the two of us.
:Meg: What? What does that even mean?
:Marla: It means stay away from Larry. I'm his girlfriend.
:Meg: You are? Oh, my God, I thought you were a boy.
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