cuts to Meg and Peter on the 18th hole)Meg: Alright, so whats
the score?Peter: (looks at score
card and sees Meg is 31 and Peter is +23) Youre 31 and Im
+23.Meg: What does that
mean?Peter: You mean you
dont know? I do! I win.Meg: Oh. Alright, can
you take me to a real club now?Peter: Yes. Where do
you want to go?Meg: Quagmire told me
about a cool place. Lets go there.Peter: Alright. I hope
its not like that last club I was at in San Francisco.(Flashback to Peter
walking into a club called The Pink Flamingo. He walks in and there
are a bunch of men dancing in a lit up room, almost like a disco
club. All the men were wearing tight leather. One guy was dressed up
like Macauley Caulkin from the movie Party Animal (in other words, a
female nurse). Some guys were dressed up like cowboys, cops, Indians,
and construction workers)Peter: Hey, bartender,
give me a Vodka Tonic.Bartender: (hands Peter
a vodka tonic)Peter: (Takes a drink.
Then looks around the room. His eyes get big) Oh my god. There is
something not right here. This is just wrong. How can you men do
this? Its just sick, and disgusting. There is no tonic in this.
Enjoy your way of getting drunk, but Im not one for plane vodka
without the tonic. Im out of here. Enjoy all your gay...