S1E1: Death has a Shadow
You got nothing to worry about.
Well, well, Mother!
We meet again!
Stewie, I thought I tucked you in an hour ago.
Not tightly enough it would seem.
And now you contemptible harpy I shall end your oppressive reign of matriarchal tyranny.
You can play with your toys tomorrow, honey.
Right now it's bedtime.
Oh, Blast you and your estrogenical treachery!