Stewie: All right, Brian, we'll go. But don't touch anything while we're there. Even stepping on a mosquito can cause a chain reaction that drastically alters the present. Brian: Really? Stewie: Nah. You can do whatever you want.
Hitler: These filth are making a mockery of our Reich! Execute them! [the solders cock their guns, ready to shoot them, but Hitler interrupts them] Unless... Brian: Unless what? Hitler: Unless they can sing a charming musical number. [Stewie and Brian smile at each other as music starts playing. A pair of hats and canes are tossed at them] Stewie & Brian: Whenever- Mort: [stands on the return pad] Damn it, will you two just get in the fucking time machine?!