...fat man get it.
Brian: Come here.
Stewie: I say! Unhand me, cur!
(Brian leaves with Stewie)
Louise: What the hell, Peter! You can't just come in here drunk like Scottish men on St. Patrick's Day!
(Scene moves to Scottish men barging into a home)
Scotsman #1: Blimey, O'Brien! That wos' one hell offa fight down at Scotties, hey?!
Scotsman #2: Aiye! Who knew Scotties wife had a fookin' mean right hook.
Both men: HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!
(One of the Scotsmen's wife stands up)
Wife: Look at yeh two! You have no righ' bargin' in here drunk like an American o' Independence Day cousin' in front of the kids, O'Hair.
O'Hair: Oh shet up, you old croon. Befur I hang ye' on ye' legs an' beat ye' like a peniata. Now go get me an' me boy some Wheske.
(Back to home)
Peter: Oh Lois. Stop being such a stiff...Ye' want me to kiss ye'. Heh, heh? Ye' want me to kiss ye' all over, you dirty girl.
Lois: Peter, no. You're drunk. (Defenses lower and Lois becomes less resistant) Oh, Peter. No. No, don't touch me there. Ah!
Peter: You know ye' like it, you dirty girl.
(Meanwhile, Brian is outside listening in while jerking off. Stewie walks downstairs and catches Brian in his dirty act)
Stewie: Hey, dog. What are you doing there?
Brian: Uh... go to sleep Stewie. I'm just scratching the door.
Stewie: Or the doorknob. And why are you leaning your ears towards the kitchen? And what is that sound? And why do I feel weird...
Stewie: Aah! Mummy, Daddy...