Quagmire: Hey, hey, hey, hey that's a stroke! Peter: I just tapped my ball, Quagmire. Relax. Quagmire: Oh relax, huh? Look, I just tapped my ball. Oh, just tapped it again. Tap, tap, tap...oh where is it? It's in the hole. Eagle. Yay Quagmire! (Quagmire bends his putter across his knee and throws it against the cart) Joe: Hey Quagmire, you know it's not fun when you're like this. Quagmire: You want fun? Go home and buy a monkey! Cleveland: What does that even mean? Quagmire: I don't know. (voice drops to normal) Boy, we've got a beautiful day for this.
(Brian is teaching Stewie to ballroom dance) Brian: If you're going to make me do this, at least let me lead. Stewie: Okay, fine. (they move close together) I love you. Brian: What?! Stewie: Olive juice. Brian: "Olive juice"? Stewie: "Olive juice" you, too!