♪ It seems today that all you see ♪
♪ is violence in movies and s*x on TV. ♪
♪ But where are those good old-fashioned values ♪
♪ on which we used to rely? ♪
♪ Lucky there's a family guy. ♪
♪ Lucky there's a man who positively can do ♪
♪ all the things that make us ♪
♪ laugh and cry ♪
♪ He's... a... Fam... ily... Guy! ♪
Happy birthday, Mom.
Oh, thank you, everybody.
I know it's a little self-centered, but this is my favorite day of the year.
Here, Mom, this is from me and Meg.
Topol? The smoker's tooth polish?
Take the hint.
Happy birthday, sweetheart.
Lionel Richie's Can't Slow Down?
Great album, Lois. Great album.
I didn't know who I was until I heard this album.
Oh, God, Lionel. You have been hurt.
You have been hurt by somebody, that much is clear.
Who hurt you? Who hurt you? Who hurt you?
Who hurt you? Who hurt you?
Oh, thank you all so much. What thoughtful gifts.
Lois, there's one more.
Oh, Brian, you don't have to give me anything.
Oh. Well, give it back, then.
No. No, we have fun.
Oh, my God. Two tickets for a cruise. Brian, this is wonderful.
What the hell?
Hey, hey, hey, hey. What is this? We agreed on a $20 limit.
We set a cap, you jerk.
Are you trying to make us look bad, you son of a bitch?
Peter, what are you angry about? You get to go on a cruise with me.
Well, yeah, you didn't think Brian meant for me to go with him, did you?
Great. This was a bigger waste of time than Ringo's songwriting.
Hey, guys. I wrote a song.
Oh, that's great.
You know what? I'm gonna put it right here.
Right on the refrigerator. That way, we'll get to see it every day.
Now, you kids behave yourselves while we're away.
Yeah, be good till we get back, and, Brian, stay out of the cat box.
Stay out of the cat box.
Bye, you guys.
Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad.
Farewell, Brian. I'm off to sea.
An hour from now, I'll be surrounded by seamen.
Sperm whales and seamen.
Stewie, Peter and Lois aren't taking you with them. They've already boarded.
Bye. Bye. Bye. Bye.
Bye. Bye. Bye. Bye.
No. No, you can't leave, not without me. I'm the baby.
I haven't been this disappointed since I saw The Lake House.
See, the mailbox is like a time portal.
Everything Keanu Reeves puts in there, Sandra Bullock gets two years later.
What the f*ck?
Peter, what do you say we go get some lunch?
Not yet, Lois. I've been watching this woman for three hours waiting for her to turn over.
Peter, she knows she untied her bikini. Women don't forget those things.
Well, will you go over there and pour a cold drink on her back?
Will you go over there behind her and yell, "Fire drill"?
Will you go over there and lift her shoulder a little, so I can see her nipple?
All right, fine.
What a slut.
I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to bar you from the aft section of the ship for the rest of the cruise.
We are so sorry.
Peter, what the hell did you think you were doing?
Lois, it is called the "poop deck." That is why I pooped there.
And you're misleading.
Boy, this is romantic, isn't it, Lois?
Oh, it sure is, sweetie.
I feel like that fat-ass British girl from Titanic.
The lead in Titanic, the one opposite Leonardo DiCaprio.
Sweetheart, that was a guy.
That was a guy. That was Philip Seymour Hoffman.
What? No, it wasn't.
Yes, it was, honey. It was Philip Seymour Hoffman.
Look at you out here, on a big trip.
What are you doing?
I'll teach that hussy to go on a boat ride without me.
When she returns, I'm going to put bamboo splinters under all her fingernails.
Then I'm gonna strip her down and tie her to the bed.
Then I'm gonna make her crawl on her hands and knees while I drip hot candle wax all over her back.
And then what are you gonna do?
Are you gonna shower her off after all that candle wax?
No, I'm gonna keep her filthy.
Yeah, she's been a bad girl.
And then I'm gonna gag her with her own underwear.
No, no, nothing, nothing.
That's all part of your diabolical plan to humiliate her.
Yes, yes, she'll be humiliated.
Maybe you'll handcuff her? She'll hate that.
Then I shall do that as well.
And call her a bitch.
Until I'm hoarse with rage.
Maybe smack her ass with a riding crop and watch her go to town on herself?
Yes, and then... What?
No, I mean, that would like... That would show her.
What the hell does the second part have to do with that?
No, man, it's your thing. I mean, I don't care if one hand is on her boob and the other hand is down there. It's your... It's your project.
Are you... You're getting some kind of sick, sexual thrill off this, aren't you?
Who cares? You're not gonna kill her anyway.
You're gonna bitch and moan, and then you're gonna do what you always do.
The minute Lois walks through that door, you're gonna forget all about it, beg for your apple juice, go poop and fall asleep.
God, he's right.
I've got the same daily routine as Dick Clark.
Rupert, I've been all talk. So much time wasted.
Well, no longer. Lois is a dead woman.
I'll do to her what douche bags did to the guitar.
This is a song I wrote last summer. It's called Water.
My hair is growing Growing all the time Look how sensitive I am 'Cause my voice is so fine Every beer I've ever had is on a shelf above my bed And sometimes, I put my speakers facing out my window
Peter, stop picking your teeth. We're at the Captain's table.
And that was the first time I saw the northern lights at their peak.
And as I gazed, astonished at their lustrous brilliance, I turned to my first mate and I said, "We are looking into the very eyes of God."
What a wonderful story.
All right, I got one for you.
So, me and Lois are driving up to Vermont to get this abortion...
Hang on, hang on, Lois. Don't ruin it.
All right. So, we're driving up to get this abortion, and we get to the abortion clinic, and the abortionist has one hand.
The abortionist has one hand. Missing hand on the abortionist.
And we're there to get an abortion.
Peter, for God's...
I'll tell it. I'll tell it.
So I turned to Lois and I says, "You want to get an abortion here?
"You want to get an abortion with the abortionist having a stump hand?"
And she says, " An abortion here?
"Are you kidding me? The abortionist's got one hand.
"How do you abort with one hand?"
And I says, " That's what I just said. The abortionist has one hand.
"We can't get an abortion here."
So we turned around and went home and two-and-a-half months later, our daughter, Meg, was born.
Okay, explain to me exactly what I did wrong.
Peter, that story was completely inappropriate.
Well, send me the crap to hell for being nostalgic about the early years of our marriage.
You've totally ruined this trip for me.
I am mortified to even show my face around this ship.
Hey, the Captain's the one who should be embarrassed.
His story was gay.
Pleasuring a man with a socked foot, one time, does not make a person gay.
Stewie? What the hell are you... How did you get here?
Oh, there's a very simple answer to that. You drove me here, Lois.
With all the indignities I've been forced to suffer day in and day out under your matriarchal tyranny.
What are you... What are you doing with a gun?
Something I should've done a very long time ago.
I did it! I killed her! She's dead!
Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Oh, yeah, that's right.
And finally, still no word on the disappearance of Lois Griffin, housewife and mother from Quahog, who vanished from a cruise ship six days ago.
Well, folks, that's the news, and I am out of here.
Daddy, she's been missing so long. Do you think they'll ever find her?
God, I hope so, Meg.
Oh, yes, I'm sure they'll find her.
This is fantastic. Nobody suspects a thing.
Listen to my voice. That sounds cool.
Pigs in Space.
Hi, Peter. Can I talk to you in the kitchen for a second?
What is it, Joe? Please tell me Lois is alive.
It's been six days, Peter. I'm sorry, but we had to call off the search.
I'm afraid you're just gonna have to accept the fact that...
We now return to
Harrison Ford Telling Random People He Wants His Family Back.
I want my family back.
Give me back my family.
Get off me.
I want my family back.
Hey, where've you been?
I had another date.
You know, I'm glad you're finally putting yourself out there.
Lois would've wanted you to move on.
Yeah, only this one was kind of awkward.
So, I'm a Leo and your ad said that you're a Cancer?
No, actually, it said I have cancer.
Not cancer of the v*g1n*, is it? Here, have some more wine.
Then, there was that date I had with that stick figure.
So, how would this work in bed?
Well, I can't do s*x, but I can give you a stick job.
That... That sounds...
Yes, it is very unpleasant.
But the freakiest was that date I had with Bonnie.
Peter, you don't know how badly I need this.
I don't know, Bonnie. It's just a little weird.
Joe's a friend of mine.
No, it's okay. I promise you, it's okay.
I'm not sure.
It's okay, Peter.
Just remember, whatever you do, don't tell Chris I'm dating.
Peter, Lois has been dead for a whole year. You're gonna have to tell him sometime.
Hi, Dad. Did we get any mail from Mom at the health spa today?
Nope. Sorry, Chris.
She said she's going straight from the spa right back to Europe.
But I haven't seen Mom since she took me back-to-school shopping.
All right, sweetie, you ready to get some new notebooks, and protractors and slacks?
I want blue jeans.
You're getting slacks!
Here you go, Stewie. Finish your oatmeal, and then I'll get you ready for our Mommy and Me class.
You know, Meg has really flourished since Lois was murdered.
What are you talking about? Lois' death was an accident.
Which is just what someone who pulled off the perfect murder would want you to think.
What the hell are you... Stewie, did you...
Did you kill Lois?
Of course, I didn't, Brian. Remember what you said?
I'm all talk. I wouldn't possibly go through with it.
I'll just poop and fall asleep.
My God, you did it. You actually did it.
Oh, God. I've really screwed myself up here.
Listen, could you reach into my pocket and get the number for that acupuncturist?
You son of a bitch. You killed Lois!
Good luck proving that, Brian. No, seriously, that number...
Well, I'm gonna expose you for what you are.
No matter what it takes, you are gonna pay for this.
You know, it's funny. From this position, I can hear Meg up in her room.
I'm gonna pretend you're the New York Knicks.
Hey, put your wallets away, guys. The drinks are on me.
Well, that's awful nice, Peter. What's the occasion?
Lois' life insurance policy paid off.
I've got more money than Barbra Streisand.
Honey, I'm going shopping.
And I was gonna valet park.
I didn't know that you had life insurance on Lois.
Did you get that right before the cruise?
Actually, I got it on the cruise.
Right after we had that big fight when I said, "I wish you were dead," right before I never saw her again.
Well, see you guys later. I got to go buy hot dogs.
We keep running out for some reason.
Either of you guys think it's a little suspicious that Peter took out a life insurance policy on Lois right before she went missing?
You don't think...
That fat b*st*rd murdered her, didn't he?
That son of a bitch. He's a killer, like Bernie Goetz.
You know, the subway vigilante from the '80s?
I used to do a bit about him back when I was doing stand up.
What else is in the news? Oh, oh, oh, Bernie Goetz, you hear about this?
This guy Bernie Goetz shot a bunch of muggers on the subway.
Wouldn't mind having him with me next time I go see my mother-in-law.
No, but really, New York City's a great place to live, if you're a cockroach.
Hey, Stewie, I found this receipt for a speedboat rental upstairs in your room.
It's dated about a year ago. Any idea how it got there?
Someone who rented a speedboat must've left it there.
Well, you can play innocent all you want.
I am gonna find the evidence to put you away, starting by proving that you were on that cruise ship the night Lois disappeared.
No, I wasn't. I was at the carnival with Rupert.
The carnival with Rupert.
We won! We won! Do it again. Now I want a pink one.
Stewie, we've been playing for half an hour.
Oh, okay. You want to go ride the tea bags? Tea cups?
I was hoping to keep these mementos, Rupert, but I can't risk it, with the dog sniffing around for evidence.
Damn! What the hell are they doing here?
What are we looking for, Joe?
Well, the trail is pretty cold by now, but if Peter did kill Lois, we might find some clues in his garbage.
Man, I haven't dug through these cans since Lois died.
Can't believe it's been 12 months since I've deliberately choked myself by stuffing her discarded makeup sponges down my throat.
What's wrong with you?
Oh, my God.
That does look like Peter's handwriting.
There's no doubt anymore. Peter murdered his wife.
This is fantastic! I'm completely off the hook.
What the hell?
Hey, little man. Tell Chris to open his window?
Just around the corner There's a rainbow in the sky So let's have another cup o' coffee And let's have another piece o'pie!
Joe, what the hell is going on?
You're a suspect in Lois' murder, that's what's going on.
Don't make us go good cop, developmentally disabled cop on you.
We know that you killed Lois.
We can put you at the scene where she was killed.
Hobey's right, Peter. It doesn't look good for you.
Joe, you got this all wrong.
Like God did, when he made Rosie O'Donnell.
You can't put a v*g1n* on this man.
Why not? I'm God.
Well, what do you want to do about the breasts?
Take a couple out of the bin we can't find matches for.
I... I can't believe Dad killed Mom.
Look, there he is. Dad, how could you?
Hey, Dad, if they put you in jail, can we go in your room?
Look, don't you kids buy any of this for a second. Your father is innocent.
Oh, he killed her.
Just like the telephone killed the telegraph s*x business.
Hey, baby. I bet you're hot. Stop.
Describe to me what you're doing to yourself right now. Stop.
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Oh, nasty!
This trial is called to order.
Defense counsel, we will hear your opening statement.
Hey, everybody. Today's the big day. That's all, Your Honor.
Prosecutor, call your first witness.
Peter called me right after he killed my daughter to tell me he killed my daughter.
Really? Well, that is interesting.
Yes, and as a favor to the court, I've produced this simulation of how the killing transpired.
I play Peter, and I hired an Asian hooker to play my daughter.
Lois, I'm fat and I'm stupid, and I fart at times that ruin my father-in-law's social occasions, and that's why I'm never invited to them.
You pay me now?
That's how it happened. And that Lois was no saint, either.
Said she'd give me an over-under for 60 bucks. Got gipped.
Chris, have you ever seen your father do anything bad?
Well, now that you mention it...
Hey, Meg. Proud of you.
Has your father ever killed anyone that you know of?
Well, once by accident when he was in the military.
All right. You all know your orders.
When you see the Taliban come over the horizon, you open fire immediately.
Okay, so when I see Pat Tillman come over the horizon, I shoot him.
No, no, no. When you see the enemy come over the horizon, you shoot the enemy.
Good, now repeat it back to me.
Okay, I shoot Pat Tillman, then run over the horizon.
No. He's on our side! You charge the enemy...
Right, and shoot Pat Tillman.
No, no, no, no!
Well, you know what? You're gonna have to explain it to me again, 'cause it sounds to me like I'm repeating back to you exactly what you're telling me, and obviously, you're hearing something different, so just one more time.
Okay, when you see the Taliban come over the horizon, you shoot them.
All right, so I shoot Pat Tillman, and then run when the Taliban show up.
No, you shoot the Taliban! Not Pat Tillman. Got it?
Hey, you know where I can find Pat Tillman?
Mr. Griffin, do you deny killing your wife?
Of course I deny it. I loved my wife.
And I certainly think I'd remember killing her.
Mr. Griffin, do you drink?
I plead the fifth of Jack.
No, no, I'm joking. Yes, I drink.
And have you ever struck your wife?
Only in front of the kids to assert my status as dominant male of the pride.
Are you a violent man?
What are you, a wise guy?
'Cause I know how to deal with wise guys.
No further questions.
You son of a bitch.
If I had a gun on a boat, I'd shoot you.
Mr. Foreman, how say you?
We find Peter Griffin guilty of murder in the first degree.
Okay, can I ask everyone to please stop saying "oh, no" in this courtroom?
'Cause the f*cking Kool-Aid guy's gonna keep showing up. Thank you.
Mr. Griffin, I hereby sentence you to life imprisonment with no possibility of...
Lois. You're alive.
Mom, you're alive!
Oh, my gosh. Mom!
Lois, my God, what happened? We thought you were dead.
Mom, we thought Dad killed you.
No, he didn't, Chris, but someone tried to.
Do you remember who it was?
Yes, I do. It was Stewie.