(Over the plane's intercom) Good afternoon ladies and gentleman, this is your captain Glenn Quagmire, uhhhhhhh we're lookin' bout a four and a half hour flight time today, uhhhhhhh got clear skies, good visibility. The temperature in Atlanta is sixty-four degrees, uhhhhhhhhhh the flight is gonna be a little longer than we've expected, uh we've got some very strong head winds, gigity. Uh, flight attendants, please prepare for takeoff.
(Peter spits tobacco on the floor) Brian: Peter, that's disgusting. Here, spit in this cup instead. (Peter spits in cup and puts it on the arm of the couch) Stewie: Oh, there's my apple juice. Brian: Stewie, wait don't- (Flashback to Stewie beating Brian) Stewie: Where's my money? You gonna give me my money? (Flashback ends) Brian: Oh, nevermind. (Stewie drinks from the cup and starts yelling)