S10E1: Lottery Fever
Relax, Joe. I'm nowhere near your eye.
Hey, Joe, open your eye.
(BB GUN FIRES) (SCREAMING) Gotcha.
What the hell, Peter? You shot him in the eye!
Keep singing, you!
And keep your chin up, so I can see your throat.
No, no screw this! You're a jerk!
Jerk? What kind of a way is that to talk to your friend who gives you money?
Go to hell, Peter! We don't need your money!