S2E1: Peter, Peter, Caviar Eater
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!
It smells like old milk in there!
Hey, if I could find it, I'd clean it up!
Kids, keep it down.