...pour hard whiskey on a slab, it cooks the meat in mattter of minutes, right? That's what it does to your body.
Guy #2: Coke can clean rust off a copper exhaust pipe, but you don't see me going cold turkey.
Stewie: Duly noted! I'm in!
(Five rounds later. One of the bros comes back to the table with a number from one of the bar girls)
Stewie (drunk): Oh du...dude. You so...you so suck. How the hell... do you guys do it? I've gone five times...and five times I have downed...a shot of this awesome Whiskey. Oh...look. The bottle's all done. Hey! Hey...bitch! Get your ass over here... and get us another bottle of whiskey... Yeah. And after that, come here and suck my cock! *Dwaap* (Stewie hits the floor passed out)
(Scene returns back to the house. Peter walks into the kitchen all drunk and swaying from side to side)
Peter: Dadadaaaaa! Dadadaaaa! Oh Danny Boy! The pipes, the pipes are calling.
Stewie: Why hello enibriated fat man. Oh wait, it's father who I'm supposed to emulate.
Lois: Oh my God. Peter! You're drunk!
Peter: Why Lois, it seems I am. Dahehehehehe. Why don't you sober me up a little. Let's go upstairs.
Lois: Peter! Not on the dinner table.
Peter: So would you prefer the couch?
Lois: Brian, take the kids upstairs. I'll deal with Peter.
(Brian motions Chris and Megan out of the kitchen, but when he tries to get Stewie, Stewie shoos him away from him)
Stewie: Don't touch me, you lousy excuse for a terrier. I want to see...