“Blood Crieth Unto Heaven” quotes from American Dad!

Hello... I'm Patrick Stewart, theatre genius. Late last year, I found unsuccessful New York playwright Chester Winkle dead in his extended-stay hotel room. Among his belongings were a hot plate, a stack of Baby Gap catalogs, and 12 American Dad episodes he had written for the stage in one cocaine-fueled night. They were literally the finest collection of words ever put to paper. And now, we're proud to present the only one of Mr. Winkle's plays I didn't eat out of sheer jealousy: Blood Crieth Unto Heaven.

And now, we return to Act 2. Gezhundheit. Just kidding. The theatre can be a lonely place.

Stan

It was the best day of my life. Until it was not that... at all.