[Jeff has apparently strangled Quagmire to death in the woods and is digging a hole to bury his body in. Suddenly, Peter's car's headlights turn on and Quagmire, revealed to be alive, is the one behind the wheel]
[Last Words] What the hell?! I killed you!
Quagmire
I choke myself everyday you bastard!
Quagmire
So, where is the birthday girl?
Quagmire
Well, it's your 18th birthday, Meg. That's a very important milestone in a young girl's - I mean, a young woman's life. Hey, welcome to the adult club, huh? And you know what? You got another member right next door if you ever wanna talk and stuff. Happy birthday. [pats Meg's left leg. His little finger wiggles] Hey...hey, where's that pinkie goin', huh? Where's he goin'? What-what's he doin'? Get back here! There you go. [Meg smiles then looks at Quagmire]
Heh-heh! Look at Quagmire hitting on that skank. You know he's gonna close the deal.
Peter, that skank is your daughter.
Quagmire
Y'know, Meg. I'd love to see you without your hat on. [lifts pink beanie. A green hand emerges from her scalp, pulls beanie down] Okay.
Don't worry, Dad. I'll take care of him! [punches Quagmire's legs] Stay away from my sis!
Meg, get in the car! We're going home!
I'm not going home. I'm 18, and you can't tell me what to do anymore!
Meg, I'm only gonna say this once! You may be an adult, but you're still my daughter, and it's my job to protect you from errant wieners! So I don't care how old you are, you're gonna do what I say and GET IN THE DAMN CAR!
Yes, Daddy. [walks away sadly with Peter following behind her, Lois walks up to Quagmire]
If you ever touch my daughter again, I will cut your thing off and feed it to Brian!
Quagmire
Okay.
And Peter and I get this cabin for one weekend a month! Do you understand me?
Quagmire
Yes, ma'am.
Peter, I got us the cabin!
[Back to Quagmire] I don't ever want to see you on our doorstep for at least a month!
Quagmire
Would you sign the guestbook on your way out?
[sighs angrily and writes] Lois Griffin. Peter Griffin. We heard a loon.
Quagmire
I don't like this, you guys – uh, this is bad... Joe's gonna find out, I just know it!
Geez, Quagmire. You need to relax – and I know how to help. Calgon, take him away.
[scene fades. Quagmire nervously leans in the bubbly bath, looking down as the soap bubble around him floats higher]
Quagmire
THIS IS WORSE, PETER!
Relax! This is supposed to be your time! This is the right way to deal with your problems.
[Lois leaves the en-suite, then stops. Zoom out and Peter is on his twin bed next to Quagmire]
Quagmire's havin' a sleepover with me.
[giggly] You can't be serious.
[deeply concerned] Look, Lois, I told ya that I need to have somebody sleepin' next to me. Alright now, if that's not gonna be you–
Fine, do what you want, I don't care, but I think it's very strange.
Okay, that's the one thing that's not.
Quagmire
Yeah, it's not strange.
I already told you, I don't care. [switches lamp off and lies down]
Quagmire
[to Peter] It's not strange.
Hey, Quagmire, do yourself a favor: don't get married.
Quagmire
I wasn't gonna.
Quagmire
[Impatiently] I said I wasn't!
Quagmire
Joe, you telling me not to does not affect me whatsoever. I will not get married.
[Defiantly] Perfect. ...don't.
Quagmire, you should never meet one of those sex operators.
Quagmire
[Impatiently] Yeah that's what I said... I wouldn't do it!
Quagmire
[Angrily] J-Joe, you realize what you're telling me not to do, I already am not doing! I know I should never meet one of those sex operators ever!
[while Peter, Quagmire and Joe are about to skydive]
Quagmire
Whoa, is that Harrison Ford?
Yeah, it said in the brochure that he assists with all the jumps.
FFord
[while throwing the passengers off the plane] Get off my plane! Get off my plane! Get off my plane!
Oh look, he even brought Calista Flockhart with him.
["Calista" is revealed to be a piece of paper flying in the wind]
Uh, Peter, I think that's just a piece of paper.
FFord
[throws Peter out the plane] Get off my plane! [throws Quagmire out the plane] Get off my plane! [throws Joe off his wheelchair and out the plane] Get off my plane!
There's only one drinking spot for us and it's the Clam.
Quagmire
But Peter, it's closed. We can't go in there.
Quagmire, when a girl says she doesn't want to have sex with you, do you take that as an answer?
[a man whispers into Quagmire's ear]
Quagmire
My lawyer has advised me not to answer that question.
Now this is a gun without safety. [shoots Quagmire, who screams in pain] Quite the difference, huh?
Quagmire
[angrily] DAMN IT, PETER, YOU SON OF A BITCH, YOU SHOT ME!
Oh, my God! Peter, that must be the dumbest thing you've ever done!
No. The dumbest I ever did was open that can of whup-ass.
[Cutaway to Peter opening said can. An arm pops out and repeatedly punches Peter in the face]
Lois, why did you buy this?!
All right, Quagmire, I have given this a lot of thought. I need you to shoot me in the arm and we can be friends again.
Quagmire
Okay.
[after realizing what he just told Quagmire] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! No, no, I was supposed to offer, and then you were supposed to say, "No, Peter, I'm not gonna shoot you, although I do appreciate the gesture."
Quagmire
You better hand me the gun, Peter.
Quagmire
[sternly] No, Peter. I'm gonna shoot you like a dirty animal.
But just the fact that I would make the offer is so meaningful to you...
Quagmire
Your offer means nothing, Peter. The only thing that means anything to me is a bullet in your arm. Now give me that!
Stop! Stop! Quagmire, let go!
Quagmire
Come on! You're not leaving here without being shot!
Look, I was trying to do the decent thing, like you'd see in a movie!
Quagmire
I'm putting that bullet in your arm, Peter!
[gets shot in the arm] Ah! Son of a bitch!
It's over. We're all friends again.
I'm just trying to settle this nonsense.
Quagmire
Nothing got settled! You shot him! I'm the one who has to shoot him!
Wait a second, then I get to shoot Joe! Alright, he shot me! If we're doing things fair here, then- [gets shot in the head and falls]
Quagmire
Alright, we're good.
Quagmire
C'mon, guys! It's game time!
Alright! This is the greatest Sunday tradition ever...except for getting all my cutaway gags ready for the week. [cutaway to Peter in the Griffins' living room with various other characters for potential upcoming cutaway gags] Okay, my Great-Uncle Wears-A-Ski-Hat-All-The-Time Griffin will be followed by Nick Nolte's handkerchief, followed by Japanese Abe Lincoln, and then Monkey Rabbi. Hey, where's the Monkey Rabbi? [the Monkey Rabbi walks into the room] Here's your Torah, you'll be here on Tuesday at 9:00. Check in with Shirley.
DVDarth Vader
You gonna need me this week?
Uh, maybe. Maybe Friday. Uh, now where are the gays?
No, no, no. The cartoony gay guys.
CGCartoony Gay Guy
Yoooo-hoooooo!!!
There you are, we're gonna need you guys all week.