S2E1: Peter, Peter, Caviar Eater
I say, Mother, this hot dog has been on my plate for a full minute and it hasn't yet cut itself.
Honey, I'll be right there.
By all means, take your time.
Oh, and When you do finally get around to it,
I'll be the one covered in flies with a belly that protrudes halfway to bloody Boston!
Mom, there is no way I'm sleeping in Chris' room this weekend!