S2E8: I Am Peter, Hear Me Roar
Now my own wife is forced to cook dinner for her lousy husband?
Peter, you're my husband! At least you used to be.
Oh, mother, I come bearing a gift. I'll give you a hint.
It's in my diaper, and it's not a toaster.
Meg, can you change Stewie?
But this time, if a boy calls,
please don't tell him I'm wrist deep in poopie.