Just making mental memories for when you're all inevitably dead and I'm left alone.
Geez. Quagmire, help me out with this.
No, he's right. I mean, sometimes chicks die and it's not anyone's fault.
Okay, everyone, it's 2:30. Time for dinner. (SWITCHES OFF TV) 'Cause on Thanksgiving, 2:30 is dinnertime for some reason.