3.1s"and let the husband horse slap a batch into her now and then."
1.6sWell, I guess that's it.
1.33sI love you, sweetheart.
5.3sAnd I have a lovely gift of the batch-slapping variety waiting for you when I'm just the right amount of drunk.
1.1sTo Lois!
1.07sALL: To Lois!
0.59s
3.55s(SOBBING) (DOOR SLAMS SHUT) Lois! Mom!
1.42sGeez, what the hell's her problem?
2.27sPeter, she was already feeling insecure about her age,
1.87sand then you went and gave her that horrible speech!
3.04sI don't blame her. Nobody likes to be humiliated in public.
1.35sI'm King Stewie!
1.73sI rule with an iron fist!
1.47sLa, la, la, la, la, la, la.
2.3sLook at me! Ooh-ooh-ooh.
2.07sIn my office. Now.