Peters Daughter

Good evening. I'm Tom Tucker
with a Channel Five News Special Report.
And I'm Diane Simmons.
A flash flood warning is in effect
as rain continues to pound Rhode Island.
Let's go to Asian reporter Tricia Takanawa,
Who's gonna tell us all about the rain.
Tom, residents all over Quahog
have been affected by the heavy rains,
although some are doing their best to ride it out.
For example, I'm here with
Rides-a-Ten-Speed- Everywhere Guy.
Sir, why are you riding your ten-speed in the rain?
I don't mind-- a little drizzle never hurt anybody.
I like riding the ten-speed because it's fun,
it gives me energy, and it's a great way to stay in shape.
What do you do for a living?
I work in accounts receivable at Quahog Insurance.
Uh, it's not too demanding, the pay is good,
and it's a great way to stay in shape.
Well, we should wrap this up-- you're getting wet.
I'm living life before the cancer I have
kills me so I don't mind the rain.
Water feels good on my skin. It's cool, refreshing,
and it's a great way to stay in shape.
- What kind of cancer? - It's rectal cancer.
It's slowly eating away at my lower insides.
It's a quick process, both painful and untreatable,
and it's a great way to stay in shape.
Thank you, Tricia. Some local residents
have even been evacuated to Quahog Stadium
for their own protection.
- Why do I have to stay here? - We just think you'll be safer.
- But my house is dry. - Here's a blanket.
If you're looking for a bathroom, it's all around you.
Oh, crap, Peter, it's a flash flood!
Oh, man, I better save my autographed picture of Dean Cain!
You know, from before he got all desperate for attention.
Hey, is that Dean Cain on that park bench?
Oh, God!
Lois! Uh, you may want to come down here!
- Oh, my God! - I know--about the water, right?
Wow! Cool!
- Hey, Chris, come here. - What? Why?
Just come here.
What is it, Dad?
Does it feel like the water suddenly just got warmer?
That's right, it's pee that makes it warmer.
Peter, the water's rising fast! We got to get out of here!
Hang on, Lois. There's a case of beer in the fridge.
I can't leave that behind!
Meg, you're a goodswimmer-- go get it.
What?! But, Dad...
And for God's sake,do not be afraid
to make me a sandwich while you're in there.
Peter, Meg's been in there a long time.
Boy, you cannot wait to criticize her at every turn, can you?
Go get her!
Well, Lois, I am sorry for snapping at you earlier;
You were right to critizise Meg.
She could not even handle this simple task.
She's in there right now taking a nap underwater.
For God's sake, save her!
My God, we better get her to a hospital. She doesn't look too good.
Yes, she looks worse than Andy Garcia when he had his conjoined twin.
I had a great time with you tonight. You're really amazing.
Thanks, Andy. I had a great time, too.
How about some love for shoulder guy over here?
Shoulder guy wants to get in on this.
- Just ignore him. - Okay...
So, do you maybe want to go in the other room?
Sure. Sounds good.
And shoulder guy's going with ya.
- Rick, shut up. - Hey, bitch, want to suck on my tooth?
Mr. and Mrs. Griffin, I'm afraid your coma's in a daughter.
I mean... I mean, your daughter's in a coma!
What... Oh, my God,did you...
did you hear what I said?
Brain freeze!
Oh, my God!
That one's going in the Christmas letter.
Oh, my God, Peter,
- what if she doesn't come out of it? - I know, Lois.
I never realized until now how much I've taken her for granted.
I mean, she's my only daughter, and I
feel like I've never treated her as well as I should've.
Hey, Meg, you got something on you shirt.
Hi, Dad.
Aw, don't be too hard on yourself, Peter.
We all do things that we're not proud of.
Well, I am gonna change.
You hear me, Meg? If you come out of this,
I am gonna treat you like a princess for the rest of your life.
'Cause I been a worse father than Abraham.
You want to tell me what the ... that was?
Excuse me, I'm Dr. Milano. I'm the intern for this floor.
You know, you guys can probably go on home.
We let you know if there's any change in your daughter'scondition.
Wow, you'rea real doctor?
Hey, does Scrubs work here? I love that guy.
I want to meet Scrubs, and I want to meet black Scrubs, too.
Well, hello, sleepyhead. I'm Michael.
Hi, Michael.I'm Meg.
- Meg! - Oh, my God! Meg, you're OK !
Oh, Meg, my beautiful daughter!
Oh, thing sare gonna be different.
No more will I treat you like some kind of alien.
Three minutes to minimum safe distance.
Stop. Not so fast, y'all.
You think you can just up and run away, you crazy.
I like to eat people from other planets,
especially y'all.
I likes to eat you with my little mouth, too.
Oh, now, y'all get back up inside me, little mouth.
I wants to play, too.
Get back inside-- I'll get you when we's eatin' em.
- So, what is ityou wanted to show me? - That, Brian.
What? It's a rundown old house.
Well, yes, I-I suppose to the untrained eye
that's what it would look like. Walk inside with me, Brian.
This is disgusting--it smells, it's falling apart,
and you can hear the mice humping in the wall.
That was so awesome!
That's why we can get it for a steal, Brian.
We fix it up and sell it for a huge profit!
You're crazy. No, I'm not gonna buy this house with you.
Fine, I'll just give the profits to another investor.
- Plenty of others interested. - Oh yeah, like who?
Mort Goldman, for one.
Says it's a smart investment. But what does he know?
He's only Jewish.
All right, I'm in.
Oh, there's my little angel!
Here, let me get that for you, sweetie.
Thanks, Dad!
Wow, Peter, I got to say,
you've really been true to your word about treating Meg better.
She's my only daughter, Lois.
She needs to be protected, like a rare gemstone,
or the herniated scrotum of an older gentleman.
Well, I think you've been wonderful.
Like when you took her to that new movie,
I'm Rich and You're Poor, but Let's Dance Together.
I'm rich and you're poor, but let's dance together.
- Society won't like it. - I don't care.
Good for you, good for you.
Yeah, and I can't believe
how you stood up to Connie D'Amico for me.
- Hey, Meg. - Uh, hi, Connie.
I can't fit all my booksin my locker.
Can I put the rest of them on your giant enormous ass?
Hey, Connie, hi. Peter Griffin,Meg's father.
Say, uh, can you do me a favor?
You see that fire extinguisher there?
Dad, that'senough!
Dad, that's enough!
That'senough, Dad!
I just want youto know, Meg, if there's anythingyou ever want,
- all you got to do is ask. - Really?
Well, there kind ofis one thing.
There he is now!
Hey, Meg.You ready to go?
Dad, you remember MichaelMilano, from the hospital.
He's my date.
Say, Michael, can you do me a favor?
You see that fire extinguisher there?
Stay away from my daughter, you possible rapist.
Dad, stop it. Michael's my date.
Meg, I almost lost you once, I'm not gonnalose you again.
This guy may look harmless on the outside,
but on the inside he could be a complete bastard,
like Fred Flintstone.
So, why exactly do you want this separation?
Well, Mr. Stoneberg, in a nutshell, the cat put me outside,
I was bangin' on the door for like 20 minutes, shouting "Wilma!"
I didn't hear you.
Oh, there's no way you didn't hear me.
I was in the shower.
Oh, she was in the shower.
The elephant's trunkwas on full blast. I couldn't hear you.
- And besides, you're always - All you do is spend my money
- on expensive clothesand hairdos. - when to pay attention?
But when I want to get my rocksoff, you're nowhere to be found
you passive-aggressive bitch.
Meg, can I talk to you in the kitchen, please?
Dad, what the hell?
Lois, did you know that Meg had a date?
Yes. With that nice boy from the hospital.
- What's the matter? - We don't know him.
Maybe he's not even a boy.
Maybe he's two dwarves in an overcoat
wanting to see what sex is like with a big person.
Is that what you want?
Two crafty dwarves in your house, after your daughter--
wait, do dwarves grant wishes?
No, Peter, they're people, like you and me.
Well, good-bye phonein the bathroom,
but I still don't like Meg dating that boy.
Guy-guy-guy's that age, all they care about is
putting their thing in everything.
I'm not gonna let Meg turn out like my Nerf football in the hall closet.
Dad, didn't you say you'd give me whatever I wanted?
Well, I want to go out with Michael.
Peter, you're being overprotective.
Look, why don't youjust talk to him? You might find outhe's not so bad.
All right, Lois, but I know what my gut tells me.
And right now it's telling me I have...
Indigestion.
But I'll suck it up and talk Michael. en though I've also go...
Diarrhea.
So, you are here to take out my daughter.
What are your intentions?
I just think Meg is really cool, and I want to get to know her better.
You know, Michael,my daughter's womb
is not a wild firefor you to douse with your adolescent seed.
- I understand. - Do you, Michael? Do you?
We'll see. Let me ask you a question.
You ever sit on your arm till it falls asleep,
and then play with yourself and pretend like somebody else is doing it?
Honestly... yes.
Not anymore you don't.
'Cause you're going out with my daughter.
Morning, Brian. Here, put this on.
- How long have you been here? - 7:00 a.m.
All right, here's your hammer, here's your walkie,
and here's your stud finder.
Oh. Oh, well, it's working.
All right, joke time is over. Work time has begun.
You get started with this dry wall
and I'm gonna start pulling out those old floorboards in the kitchen.
Hey, Brian, knock, knock.
Who's there?
Two friends building a house together.
Hey, Meg, I, uh, got you something for our three-week anniversary.
Wow, a Maroon 5 CD.
Yeah, I remember how you told me you liked terrible music,
- so I thought you might appreciate it. - You're so thoughtful.
- Wh-what the hell? - What's wrong?
Uh, Meg, I'm not sure, but I think
dad is sitting at that table over there.
What? Where?
Well, I-I can't tell if it's him.
I think he's wearing some kind of disguise.
Oh, my God, Dad.
- What do you think you're doing? - Peter? Who Peter?
I didn't say "Peter." I said "Dad."
Have you been spying on us the entire time we've been dating?
Meg, it's only because I want to make sure this guy
treats you right and doesn't try anything funny.
Meg, this is more than I can deal with.
If your father is this opposed to our relationship,
I don't see how it can work out.
- But, Michael... - I'm sorry, Meg.
I promise I won't forget you.
See, look, Meg, he just walked out on you. He's a bad man.
Like Jodie Foster.
Oh, no, Jodie! It's my husband!
He's home from work early!
Don't worry, baby. He had to findout sometime.
All right, Brian, I'm going to go up to the upper level
and run this wire down through the wall.
Grab your walky I'll call you when I get up there.
- Brian, pick up. Over. - What?
Brian, please say over when you've finished talking. Over.
What? Over.
- Do you see the wire yet? Over. - No.
No... what? Over.
No. Over.
Okay, I'm going to start feeding it through. Over.
Wait, if you haven't started feeding it, why'd you ask me if I could see it?
Didn't copy that. Over.
I said why'd you ask me if I could see it,
if you haven't started feeding it? Over.
Oh, that's better. I can hear you now. Over.
Do you see it yet? Over.
You know,you're a jackass.
For the record, I don't want to hang out with you anymore
when this is over.
When this is what, Brian? Over.
I said I don't want to hang out with you anymore
- when this is over. - When this is what?
You've got to finish your sentence. Over.
That's it. My sentence is over.
Your sentence is what, Brian? Over.
My sentence is...
Wait a minute. I have to say "over"
even if the sentence ends with the word "over"?
Ends with the word what, Brian? Over.
- Oh, I see the wire. - You see the wire what? Over.
Over!
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Don't you want a, want a Sanka?
It doesn't keep me up at night,
but it helps me poo!
Meg, sweetie, it's been, like, two
Don't you think it's time to forget about that boy?
Yeah, Meg, he was a bum anyway. You'll find another fellow.
I could set you up with one of my friends.
Oh wait... I don't have any friends.
I could set you up with Dad.
Dad, would you be interested in dating Meg?
I certainly would.
There, Meg, everything's fine.
- It's not Michael I'm upset about! - Well, what is it then?
I'm pregnant!
Dad, I swear to God
I didn't know that when I set you up with her.
Oh, I can't believe this! My baby's pregnant!
- How could this happen? - I don't know.
But regardless of how it happened, it happened.
You're pregnant, Meg, and there's only one thing to do.
Meg, can you turn over? I gotta get that thing out of there.
You're sitting on my shirt; I gotta put it on this hanger.
Now I'm going to Michael's house to force him to marry you.
Dad, please don't do this!
- You can't make him marry me! - I just want to talk to him.
Why do you have a shotgun?
I just wantto talk to him.
- Dad, this is ridiculous! - I just want to talk to him.
- I just want totalk to him. - It is not his fault!
- I just want to shoot him. - You can't shoot him!
Wait, what... what are you doing?
You got my Meg pregnant!
What?! Oh, my God!
Meg! Why didn't you tell me?
I didn't think you wanted to see me.
But this changes everything. I want to be there for you, Meg.
I love you.
Will you marry me?
Yes! Of course!
Ah, now see? That's an even more beautiful sight
than 72 virgins waiting in heaven
for a suicide bomber.
Here I am!
We're playing Magic: The Gathering. Want to join?
Osama!
- You know something, Brian? - Yeah?
I'm starting to think maybe
we bit off a little more than we could chew.
Yeah.
Well, we're in it and we're going to finish the job.
Should we get started on the upper level?
No.
What the hell are we gonna do?
We've sunk all of our money into this place.
I've, um... I've got an idea. I'll be right back.
So, listen, we're going to want to be leaving now.
Why ?
Because I just emptied a full tank of gasoline and lit a match.
We've got about five seconds.
Didn't we have an electrician in there today?
He left. Pretty sure he left.
Isn't that his truck?
Well, by God, Brian, we're murderers.
I guess this means you'll be going to doggie hell.
Hey, what do you guys think of this one?
Meg, are you sure you want to go through with this?
You know, there are other options.
Mom, I'm not getting an abortion!
I'm not saying an abortion, per se,
maybe you just drink and smoke a lot.
What ?!
Just don't stop doing it
and then chicken out halfway through the pregnancy,
because then you'll wind up with Chris.
Well, Lois, I got the cake.
Oh, and they were all out of the bride and groom figurines,
so I got the Iron Giant and a courtroom doll
that kids use to show where the molester touched them.
All right, Meg, enjoy your bachelorette party.
I'm out of here
'cause I don't need to see what you crazy girls
are going to do while I'm gone.
But just remember, this is a residence
and should be treated as such.
And if you girls drink anything,
there's recycling under the sink in the kitchen.
Okay, have fun.
So... what are we supposed to do?
Yeah, this doesn't seem like much of a party.
Hey, what's with all the noise?
Got some complaints from next door.
I might have to take you girls... downtown.
Which one of you is the lucky bride?
- What's your name, sweetie? - Dad, you know my name.
It's Officer Nasty.
Careful, I might be carrying a concealed weapon.
- Hello. - Hi. Name, please?
- Neil Goldman. - Goldman, Goldman...
- Sorry, no Neil Goldman. - Oh, I beg your pardon.
I meant to say Chris Griffin.
Griffin, Griffin... Oh! here it is.
Says you're supposed to be an usher.
Well, you need this.
- Name, please? - Chris Griffin.
Griffin, Griffin, hmm.
I'm sorry, sir, Chris Griffin has already checked in.
Well, that's impossible!
Meg, are you ready?
Sweetie, what's wrong?
Mom, I can't do it. I can't get married.
What?! Well, why not?
Because... I'm not pregnant.
What do you mean? How do you know?
I got my period.
I must've read the test wrong.
What am I going to do? Michael's out there waiting for me.
Well, Meg, the best thing you can do is be honest.
Just tell Michael the truth.
If he cares about you, he'll understand.
I'll try. Thanks, Mom.
- I love you. - I... you too, honey.
God, look at Meg's fat shoulders in those spaghetti straps!
It's like bread baking around twine.
- Meg... you look beautiful. - Thank you , Michael.
I have never been more in love
with someone than I am with you right now.
Oh, Michael, I love you, too.
And I have some wonderful news:
- I'm not pregnant. - What?!
Dad, I'm sorry about this whole mess.
You know what, Meg? It's all my fault.
I never should've dragged you into this, anyway.
I guess sometimes a father
just gets a little over protective of his daughter, but
you got to know I was only thinking about your happiness.
I know, Dad. And I appreciate it.
The problem now is that these people are expecting a show.
Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Conway Twitty.
Hello, again.
Nice to see you
It's been a long time You're just as lovely
As you used to be
How's your new life? Are you happy?
Hope you're doin' fine
Just to know it
Means so much to me...