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Peter: Alright, you guys, I got eight crates of ipecac from Mort, all on my tab. Now whoever goes the longest without puking gets the last piece of pie in the fridge. [Peter, Stewie, Brian, and Chris drink the bottles] Okay, here we go. [pause] How's everybody doin'? Brian: Good. Good so far. Peter: Alright, alright. Stewie: Nothing yet. Peter: Cool, cool. You know, I don't know if any of you guys have had that pie yet, but that's...that is some tasty stuff. That's from the bake sale that Lois was...HULLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHH!!! Stewie: Ooh, one down, I know someone who won't be having any...BLEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! Chris: I'm startin' to feel funny. Brian: Well, I feel fine, I guess I'm gonna...HUHLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Chris: Oh, boy! That means I win! I get to eat...HULEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Stewie: LEEEEEEEHHHHHHHH!!!! Oh...Oh, God, why didn't anybody tell me...HULLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHH!!!! Peter: Oh, my God, my insides are on fir...LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHH!! Stewie: No, please...no more...no more, no....LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Chris: Dad, I'm scared! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLL!!! Brian: Get the phone! Call nine-one-on...HULEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHH!!! Peter: Lois! Lois, Lois, get in here...HULEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHH!!! Brian: Okay. I think it's all gone. I think it's...HULEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHH!!! Stewie: I don't wanna, I don't wanna...HULLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHH!! Brian: Peter, I need you to hold my ears...LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHH!!! Peter: LEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Brian: BLEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! [The vomiting stops for a bit, and the whole living room is covered in puke. Lois comes into the room with a cooking pot] Lois: Who wants chowder? Peter, Chris, Brian and Stewie: HUUULLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHH!!