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You think they're
hiding in there?
(engine revving)
Oh, no! Peter, look.
See you later, suckers.
Oh, good luck to them.
Peter!
Oh, right, right.
Let's go.
(tires squealing)
(horns honking)
We're never going
to get up there.
I wonder what's causing
all this traffic.
Oh, boy.
Yep, there's the problem.
Not drawn yet.
Come on, guys.
Really? Let's go.
What the hell's
going on up there?
(snoring)
What...? Yep. Yep.
(owl hooting)
So tell the truth.
Have you brought
other women up here before?
Honestly? Two.
Really?
Yep, I brought the ashes
of my third grade teacher,
Mrs. Nicholson, and spread
them across the lake,
per her last request.
Oh.
The other was some skag
I met on a dock
four miles from here.
What?!
(imitates buzzer)
Strike four, Jelly Jealouson.
The other was my sister.
(both laughing)
(sighs)
It's so nice up here.
I know.
I love the way the fire
makes the shadows dance around
behind us.
One time, my friends
and I went camping,
and nobody could
start a campfire,
and then I tried to start
the campfire, and I could.
That's insane.
Wha-- what is going on
over here?
Wha-- are we taking
our shirts off now?
Okay, follow the leader.
Come on, Peter, hurry!
Wait wait,
hold on, hold on, hold on.
(loon calling)
Listen to that.
It's a loon.
That's beautiful.
You know, we ought to get
a (bleep) cabin up here.
Peter, we're wasting time.
Quagmire's in there about to
have sex with our daughter.
That son of a bitch.
Let's-- wait-- w-wait
a minute, do you hear that?
I don't hear anything.
I know.
Isn't it bliss?
Peter, let's go!
Mm. Thanks for
the ice cream, Glenn.
And you're right, somehow
it does taste better
in my underpants.
Yeah, it's like being
at the beach, huh?
Now get over here while
the inside of your mouth
is still freezing cold.
There you are,
you son of a bitch!
You get away from
my daughter, you pervert!
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 going
to 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 going to do what I say
and get in the damn car!
Yes, Daddy.
If you ever touch
my daughter again,
I will cut your thing off
and feed it to Brian.
Okay.
And Peter and I get this cabin
for one weekend a month.
Do you understand me?
Yes, ma'am.
Peter, I got us the cabin.
Yay.
I don't want to see your
face knocking on our door
for at least a month.
Would you sign the
guest book on your way out?
Lois... Griffin.
Peter... Griffin.
We... heard... a loon.
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