Family Guy (1998–…): Season 19, Episode 13 - Episode #19.13 - full transcript
Well, it took six hours
to sweep up this pile of trash,
but at least nothing
can windily ruin it.
Hey! What did I do?!
This isn't Big Mouth.
You're not gonna see it.
And that's how my mom died.
Classic.
Well, I got to hit the can.
Yeah, me, too.
Hey, what are you looking at?
Peter, where are your clothes?
I need your gun.
No problem, evil-looking Peter.
They downgraded me to a toy
'cause I shot a kid.
I need your gun.
You're right, Joe.
We a all armed.
I have it in case people try
to make America great again.
Wait. Might you be returning?
Yes. I shall be returning.
Could you say it
in a more memorable way?
See you in a bit?
More menacing.
Let's all circle back.
- No!
- Catch you on the flip side.
No!
I will see you mañana.
- No!
- Let's do coffee sooner
than later.
QUAGMIRE, CLEVELAND AND JOE: No!
Well, I don't know!
Look, I'll think of some more,
and I'll be back.
Oh, God. What a mess.
Well, these are no good anymore.
♪ B-B-B-B-Bird ♪
♪ B-B-B-B-Bird ♪
♪ B-B-B-B-Bird ♪
♪ Bird is the word. ♪
Who's hungry, huh?
Broccoli? How dare you!
Stewie, don't throw
your vegetables.
"Throw" in quotes.
I will destroy her for this.
What are you working on, Stewie?
My plan to be rid of Lois
once and for all.
It's a Terminator robot, living
tissue over metal endoskeleton.
Why'd you make two versions...
Naked or all in leather?
Brian, I don't expect you
to be able to understand
all the science stuff.
What's important is,
the leather robot
and preteen boy ride away
on one motorcycle to get away
from society.
But don't get too worked up.
The technology is still
years off, even for me.
I've got a lot of kinks
to work out.
- What's this other drawing?
- Oh, that's just a lame
hand turkey I drew.
I was created by Nathan M.
'Cause there's two other Nathans
in the class!
Hey, you're a good-looking guy.
Want to hang out?
Affirmative.
♪ Here comes the hotstepper ♪
♪ Murderer ♪
♪ I'm the lyrical gangster ♪
♪ Murderer ♪
♪ Excuse me, Mr. Officer ♪
♪ Murderer ♪
♪ Still love you like that ♪
♪ Murderer. ♪
Next up is John Herbert
with "Sweet Child of Mine."
Can you raise it six octaves?
Okay, this one's for Nathan M.
♪ Here comes the hotstepper ♪
♪ Surfin' bird. ♪
Oh, my goodness,
that's so much better.
It's the middle of the day.
Shouldn't Peter be at work?
That's not the fat man.
That's my Terminator robot.
What? But you said
the technology was decades away.
It is. My future self
must have built it
and sent it back in time
to help me kill Lois.
Okay, Terminator, kill Lois.
What are you doing?
She's in the kitchen.
Not me!
What the devil
is wrong with you?!
I created you!
Now I order you to stand down!
We now return
to a Tilda Swinton movie.
Tilda Swinton, huh?
You said it.
Aah!
My Terminator robot's
been turned against me!
But how?
The only explanation
is that a future enemy
must have stolen it from me
and sent it back in time
to kill me as a baby!
We've got to get out of here.
Here are the guns, provisions,
and that is an Instapot,
which was going to be
your Christmas gift.
I'm sorry you saw it.
Oh. For, like,
cooking soups and whatnot?
Yeah, I know, it's stupid.
Let's go.
Stewie, quick,
grab those sheets!
Are both of these
Mario Lopez sheets?
Yeah, I'm all in on Mario Lopez.
Get on!
Hey, Peter, check it out.
My new electric wheelchair.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Need a hand?
That's okay. I texted Bonnie.
Uhp, hang on.
She just texted me
a thumbs down emoji.
Yeah, I-I will take that hand.
Quagmire?
I think we lost him.
I think so, too.
Brian, I know the Instapot
was a big whiff,
but what are your thoughts
about Williams Sonoma
Belgian waffle makers?
I guess they're okay.
I'm not really a breakfast guy.
Fine, Brian, we'll just sit
around the Christmas tree
writing checks to each other.
This guy's relentless.
Stewie, how much longer
can we keep this up?
Don't worry. My gas gauge
sticker still says half a tank.
Hasn't moved in years.
Ah! Dude.
Go, go, go!
♪ Dada, da-dada ♪
♪ Dada, da-dada ♪
♪ Dada, da-dada ♪
♪ Dada, da-dada ♪
♪ Dada, da-dada ♪
Stewie, what are we gonna do?
We can't go home, and it's never
gonna stop pursuing us.
Brian, just calm down.
It's been a long day.
We're safe here.
Let's just get some sleep.
You're sure all the rooms
only have one bed?
Yeah, motel rules.
Man, it sucks.
You have no idea
how pissed I am about this.
It looks like someone just
pushed two twin beds together.
Why don't I go talk
to the manager?
No, no, no, don't do that!
I mean... the Terminator.
Champagne and
chocolate-covered strawberries?
Yes, put it over there
near the candles.
Well, I'll say,
this has been quite a day.
I'm ready to hit the sack.
Dude, this could actually
go down.
Here comes the hotstepper!
Bah.
We can't go back home.
We got to keep moving.
I'll need to rent a car.
- We could get a Yuber.
- A Yuber?
- Yes, a Yuber.
- It's Uber.
- That's what I'm saying. Yuber.
- You're adding a "Y."
- No, that's a "U."
- Say "underwear."
- Yunderwear.
- Why are we standing here
doing this same old bit?
Because we're doing Terminator,
Brian.
The greatest nonstop
action-adventure movie ever.
The animators need a break.
Oh, so now they're in charge?
You know what, you're right.
Look at that parade.
It's about to explode.
Oh, they're doing it off-screen.
Stewie, those off-screen
explosions
are because of your Terminator.
Oh, my God, he's morphed himself
into a helicopter,
- and he's landing
just out of view.
And now he's re-morphing back
into his human form.
And now he's walking
normally toward us.
I created you, damn it.
I command you to stop!
No!
- Why didn't you kill me?
- You are Brian Griffin.
You programmed me to kill
your enemy Stewart Griffin.
- What?
- You're the future enemy
who's turned my Terminator
against me?
But that's impossible.
I-I'm not your enemy.
I'm your best friend.
Best friend, huh?
Then who's this "Stewie I Like"?
Well, Mr. Nosy, it's actually
pronounced "Stewie Ee-lee-kay."
He's my Hawaiian ukulele
instructor.
Hey, Brian, it's 2:00.
Where you at, bruddah?
I mean, aloha and everything,
but come on, man.
I'm trying to run
a bidness here.
You're the one who sent
the Terminator back to kill me?
How could you, you bastard?!
Aah, shut him off, shut him off!
Uh, uh, off.
Okay, uh, shut down.
Uh, quit it. Sit! Bad dog.
Off the couch.
Get off the couch.
That's the meanest, worst thing
you can say to anyone.
Stewie, how could this happen?
We're best friends.
Sadly, it doesn't appear
we stay that way.
I found this coin
in his battery box from 2060.
That must be the year
he was sent from.
Eric Trump is on it. Ew.
Stewie, I would never try to...
Really? Ew.
Brian, we need to go to 2060
to find out what happened.
That's not your normal time pad.
Where'd you get that?
I borrowed it
from Rick and Morty.
They've borrowed plenty from us.
Oh, my God, it's all true.
Sir, the Bri-bots are advancing.
Brian, look. There I am.
Why are you wearing
a half shirt?
Probably 'cause, like,
war and stuff.
Wait, Stewie,
where are you going?
I have to talk to myself, Brian,
and find out what happened.
Plus, can you imagine
how many likes
this post gets on Instagram?
Me with future me?
That's like "Stewie won
the Internet" good.
Brian?
You're me.
Yes. I've come because
my Terminator robot
just tried to kill me.
What happened?
Brian and I were friends.
He ruined what could have been
a perfect Instagram post
with a sarcastic comment.
Ugh, I hate that.
Oh, that reminds me,
I've got to get this pic.
Wait a minute, what should
we do in the picture?
I don't know, something fun?
Well, the caption is going
to be "Double Trouble,"
so let's work backwards
from there.
♪ Have you heard?
It's in the stars ♪
♪ Next July we collide
with Mars. ♪
So I have to ask.
Is there a Mrs. Stewie Griffin?
Oh, man, I so wanted to.
It's just this war
and whatnot, you know?
No, no, I totally get it.
Wait a minute,
since there's two of us,
this means we can finally...
...catch our own tail.
- I got it.
- No, I got it.
- No, I got it.
- I got it.
There they are. Get 'em.
Brian, we've got
to get out of here.
Oh, Stewie, my hero.
Not now, babe. The war.
All right, jump,
touch the branch,
send these right back
to Zappos for the refund.
My God, we do become enemies.
That makes me sad.
Look, that future
hasn't happened yet.
We can avoid it by protecting
our friendship at all costs.
You're right.
We just need a car,
then we can figure out
how to do this.
Just like the fat man
figured out
how to get into
cosmetology school.
Hi, I'm a drug addict
with a child.
All right, come on in.
And, um, will I be using
the little head rakes?
- You mean combs?
- I have so much to learn.
Hey, love you, buddy.
Love you, too, pal.
See? This is fine.
Friends forever.
We control our own fate.
Yes. Nothing is set in stone.
We make our own decisions.
- Do we really need the heat on?
- It's the defrost.
But whatever it is,
do you really need it on?
If you want me to see
out the window, yes.
Of course, you're the driver.
Sorry.
- Love you, buddy.
- Love you, buddy.
Do you really think
sunflower seeds is
the best choice of snack
- while we're trying
not to hate each other?
- What?
I'm just thinking
maybe there's a better snack.
That's... I-I don't know.
I love you, buddy.
Okay, that's cool.
But maybe you just, uh,
let me eat whatever I feel like.
Love you, buddy.
My "driving exactly
the speed limit" buddy.
Damn it. How am I
getting pulled over?
I was driving exactly
the speed limit.
You sure were.
This cop looks like Lois.
Hello, Brian.
Brian, that's not a cop.
That's a Lois Terminator.
Jingle All the Way.
Oh, yeah? Watch this.
Uhp, guess I'm back
to the old-model Terminator.
Artists must've got tired
of drawing the new one.
Yeah, that's it. Punch that one.
Look out behind you.
No, behind you.
What the hell is going on?
Future me must have sent her
back to protect me
and kill you.
Oh, my God, look.
Our future selves must know
we're deprogramming
their Terminators.
They're sending back more.
Is this the Conover
family reunion?
I'm looking around...
This is not. This is not.
Stewie, what the hell
are we gonna do?
Our future selves will continue
sending Terminators back
- to kill us as long
as we're enemies.
Oh, "Brian Griffin has commented
on your Instagram post."
"When Sally Met Sally"?
What the hell?!
Relax, Stewie. Take a joke.
Come on, Brian,
an early sarcastic comment
brings likes to a grinding halt.
Oh, my God, your comment
is getting
more likes than the post.
Stewie, you can't post
a picture like that.
It's so clear you're just
in love with yourself.
Says the guy
who constantly updates
his own Wikipedia page.
That's supposed to be anonymous.
- Oh, like all your
alcoholic buddies?
- Go to hell!
You go to hell.
Wait, stop.
Don't you see, Brian?
This is it. This is the rift.
Oh, my God, you're right.
Here come the Terminators.
What do we do?
We've got to show them that
our friendship is unbreakable.
That we love each other.
- Brian, we have to kiss.
- Oh, come on, Stewie.
No, no, no, no, no.
I-I know I can sometimes
do stuff like this,
and again I apologize
for what happened at the motel;
that was a big mix-up.
But the writer in you
knows it's true.
All right, fine.
- Stewie...
- I'm doing it for you.
- Brian, it's working.
- How much longer?
Sorry, didn't realize
it was such a chore.
What about now?
Almost, Brian. Keep kissing.
Aw, he got both of us.
- ♪ Here comes the hotstepper ♪
- ♪ Murderer ♪
- ♪ I'm the lyrical gangster ♪
- ♪ Murderer ♪
- ♪ Excuse me, Mr. Officer ♪
- ♪ Murderer ♪
- ♪ Still love you like that ♪
- ♪ Murderer ♪
♪ Na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na ♪
♪ Na-na-na, na-na-na,
na-na-na-na ♪
♪ Yeah, man, that's how it is ♪
♪ Na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na ♪
♪ Na-na-na, na-na-na,
na-na-na-na. ♪
Good night.
From all of us.
to sweep up this pile of trash,
but at least nothing
can windily ruin it.
Hey! What did I do?!
This isn't Big Mouth.
You're not gonna see it.
And that's how my mom died.
Classic.
Well, I got to hit the can.
Yeah, me, too.
Hey, what are you looking at?
Peter, where are your clothes?
I need your gun.
No problem, evil-looking Peter.
They downgraded me to a toy
'cause I shot a kid.
I need your gun.
You're right, Joe.
We a all armed.
I have it in case people try
to make America great again.
Wait. Might you be returning?
Yes. I shall be returning.
Could you say it
in a more memorable way?
See you in a bit?
More menacing.
Let's all circle back.
- No!
- Catch you on the flip side.
No!
I will see you mañana.
- No!
- Let's do coffee sooner
than later.
QUAGMIRE, CLEVELAND AND JOE: No!
Well, I don't know!
Look, I'll think of some more,
and I'll be back.
Oh, God. What a mess.
Well, these are no good anymore.
♪ B-B-B-B-Bird ♪
♪ B-B-B-B-Bird ♪
♪ B-B-B-B-Bird ♪
♪ Bird is the word. ♪
Who's hungry, huh?
Broccoli? How dare you!
Stewie, don't throw
your vegetables.
"Throw" in quotes.
I will destroy her for this.
What are you working on, Stewie?
My plan to be rid of Lois
once and for all.
It's a Terminator robot, living
tissue over metal endoskeleton.
Why'd you make two versions...
Naked or all in leather?
Brian, I don't expect you
to be able to understand
all the science stuff.
What's important is,
the leather robot
and preteen boy ride away
on one motorcycle to get away
from society.
But don't get too worked up.
The technology is still
years off, even for me.
I've got a lot of kinks
to work out.
- What's this other drawing?
- Oh, that's just a lame
hand turkey I drew.
I was created by Nathan M.
'Cause there's two other Nathans
in the class!
Hey, you're a good-looking guy.
Want to hang out?
Affirmative.
♪ Here comes the hotstepper ♪
♪ Murderer ♪
♪ I'm the lyrical gangster ♪
♪ Murderer ♪
♪ Excuse me, Mr. Officer ♪
♪ Murderer ♪
♪ Still love you like that ♪
♪ Murderer. ♪
Next up is John Herbert
with "Sweet Child of Mine."
Can you raise it six octaves?
Okay, this one's for Nathan M.
♪ Here comes the hotstepper ♪
♪ Surfin' bird. ♪
Oh, my goodness,
that's so much better.
It's the middle of the day.
Shouldn't Peter be at work?
That's not the fat man.
That's my Terminator robot.
What? But you said
the technology was decades away.
It is. My future self
must have built it
and sent it back in time
to help me kill Lois.
Okay, Terminator, kill Lois.
What are you doing?
She's in the kitchen.
Not me!
What the devil
is wrong with you?!
I created you!
Now I order you to stand down!
We now return
to a Tilda Swinton movie.
Tilda Swinton, huh?
You said it.
Aah!
My Terminator robot's
been turned against me!
But how?
The only explanation
is that a future enemy
must have stolen it from me
and sent it back in time
to kill me as a baby!
We've got to get out of here.
Here are the guns, provisions,
and that is an Instapot,
which was going to be
your Christmas gift.
I'm sorry you saw it.
Oh. For, like,
cooking soups and whatnot?
Yeah, I know, it's stupid.
Let's go.
Stewie, quick,
grab those sheets!
Are both of these
Mario Lopez sheets?
Yeah, I'm all in on Mario Lopez.
Get on!
Hey, Peter, check it out.
My new electric wheelchair.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Need a hand?
That's okay. I texted Bonnie.
Uhp, hang on.
She just texted me
a thumbs down emoji.
Yeah, I-I will take that hand.
Quagmire?
I think we lost him.
I think so, too.
Brian, I know the Instapot
was a big whiff,
but what are your thoughts
about Williams Sonoma
Belgian waffle makers?
I guess they're okay.
I'm not really a breakfast guy.
Fine, Brian, we'll just sit
around the Christmas tree
writing checks to each other.
This guy's relentless.
Stewie, how much longer
can we keep this up?
Don't worry. My gas gauge
sticker still says half a tank.
Hasn't moved in years.
Ah! Dude.
Go, go, go!
♪ Dada, da-dada ♪
♪ Dada, da-dada ♪
♪ Dada, da-dada ♪
♪ Dada, da-dada ♪
♪ Dada, da-dada ♪
Stewie, what are we gonna do?
We can't go home, and it's never
gonna stop pursuing us.
Brian, just calm down.
It's been a long day.
We're safe here.
Let's just get some sleep.
You're sure all the rooms
only have one bed?
Yeah, motel rules.
Man, it sucks.
You have no idea
how pissed I am about this.
It looks like someone just
pushed two twin beds together.
Why don't I go talk
to the manager?
No, no, no, don't do that!
I mean... the Terminator.
Champagne and
chocolate-covered strawberries?
Yes, put it over there
near the candles.
Well, I'll say,
this has been quite a day.
I'm ready to hit the sack.
Dude, this could actually
go down.
Here comes the hotstepper!
Bah.
We can't go back home.
We got to keep moving.
I'll need to rent a car.
- We could get a Yuber.
- A Yuber?
- Yes, a Yuber.
- It's Uber.
- That's what I'm saying. Yuber.
- You're adding a "Y."
- No, that's a "U."
- Say "underwear."
- Yunderwear.
- Why are we standing here
doing this same old bit?
Because we're doing Terminator,
Brian.
The greatest nonstop
action-adventure movie ever.
The animators need a break.
Oh, so now they're in charge?
You know what, you're right.
Look at that parade.
It's about to explode.
Oh, they're doing it off-screen.
Stewie, those off-screen
explosions
are because of your Terminator.
Oh, my God, he's morphed himself
into a helicopter,
- and he's landing
just out of view.
And now he's re-morphing back
into his human form.
And now he's walking
normally toward us.
I created you, damn it.
I command you to stop!
No!
- Why didn't you kill me?
- You are Brian Griffin.
You programmed me to kill
your enemy Stewart Griffin.
- What?
- You're the future enemy
who's turned my Terminator
against me?
But that's impossible.
I-I'm not your enemy.
I'm your best friend.
Best friend, huh?
Then who's this "Stewie I Like"?
Well, Mr. Nosy, it's actually
pronounced "Stewie Ee-lee-kay."
He's my Hawaiian ukulele
instructor.
Hey, Brian, it's 2:00.
Where you at, bruddah?
I mean, aloha and everything,
but come on, man.
I'm trying to run
a bidness here.
You're the one who sent
the Terminator back to kill me?
How could you, you bastard?!
Aah, shut him off, shut him off!
Uh, uh, off.
Okay, uh, shut down.
Uh, quit it. Sit! Bad dog.
Off the couch.
Get off the couch.
That's the meanest, worst thing
you can say to anyone.
Stewie, how could this happen?
We're best friends.
Sadly, it doesn't appear
we stay that way.
I found this coin
in his battery box from 2060.
That must be the year
he was sent from.
Eric Trump is on it. Ew.
Stewie, I would never try to...
Really? Ew.
Brian, we need to go to 2060
to find out what happened.
That's not your normal time pad.
Where'd you get that?
I borrowed it
from Rick and Morty.
They've borrowed plenty from us.
Oh, my God, it's all true.
Sir, the Bri-bots are advancing.
Brian, look. There I am.
Why are you wearing
a half shirt?
Probably 'cause, like,
war and stuff.
Wait, Stewie,
where are you going?
I have to talk to myself, Brian,
and find out what happened.
Plus, can you imagine
how many likes
this post gets on Instagram?
Me with future me?
That's like "Stewie won
the Internet" good.
Brian?
You're me.
Yes. I've come because
my Terminator robot
just tried to kill me.
What happened?
Brian and I were friends.
He ruined what could have been
a perfect Instagram post
with a sarcastic comment.
Ugh, I hate that.
Oh, that reminds me,
I've got to get this pic.
Wait a minute, what should
we do in the picture?
I don't know, something fun?
Well, the caption is going
to be "Double Trouble,"
so let's work backwards
from there.
♪ Have you heard?
It's in the stars ♪
♪ Next July we collide
with Mars. ♪
So I have to ask.
Is there a Mrs. Stewie Griffin?
Oh, man, I so wanted to.
It's just this war
and whatnot, you know?
No, no, I totally get it.
Wait a minute,
since there's two of us,
this means we can finally...
...catch our own tail.
- I got it.
- No, I got it.
- No, I got it.
- I got it.
There they are. Get 'em.
Brian, we've got
to get out of here.
Oh, Stewie, my hero.
Not now, babe. The war.
All right, jump,
touch the branch,
send these right back
to Zappos for the refund.
My God, we do become enemies.
That makes me sad.
Look, that future
hasn't happened yet.
We can avoid it by protecting
our friendship at all costs.
You're right.
We just need a car,
then we can figure out
how to do this.
Just like the fat man
figured out
how to get into
cosmetology school.
Hi, I'm a drug addict
with a child.
All right, come on in.
And, um, will I be using
the little head rakes?
- You mean combs?
- I have so much to learn.
Hey, love you, buddy.
Love you, too, pal.
See? This is fine.
Friends forever.
We control our own fate.
Yes. Nothing is set in stone.
We make our own decisions.
- Do we really need the heat on?
- It's the defrost.
But whatever it is,
do you really need it on?
If you want me to see
out the window, yes.
Of course, you're the driver.
Sorry.
- Love you, buddy.
- Love you, buddy.
Do you really think
sunflower seeds is
the best choice of snack
- while we're trying
not to hate each other?
- What?
I'm just thinking
maybe there's a better snack.
That's... I-I don't know.
I love you, buddy.
Okay, that's cool.
But maybe you just, uh,
let me eat whatever I feel like.
Love you, buddy.
My "driving exactly
the speed limit" buddy.
Damn it. How am I
getting pulled over?
I was driving exactly
the speed limit.
You sure were.
This cop looks like Lois.
Hello, Brian.
Brian, that's not a cop.
That's a Lois Terminator.
Jingle All the Way.
Oh, yeah? Watch this.
Uhp, guess I'm back
to the old-model Terminator.
Artists must've got tired
of drawing the new one.
Yeah, that's it. Punch that one.
Look out behind you.
No, behind you.
What the hell is going on?
Future me must have sent her
back to protect me
and kill you.
Oh, my God, look.
Our future selves must know
we're deprogramming
their Terminators.
They're sending back more.
Is this the Conover
family reunion?
I'm looking around...
This is not. This is not.
Stewie, what the hell
are we gonna do?
Our future selves will continue
sending Terminators back
- to kill us as long
as we're enemies.
Oh, "Brian Griffin has commented
on your Instagram post."
"When Sally Met Sally"?
What the hell?!
Relax, Stewie. Take a joke.
Come on, Brian,
an early sarcastic comment
brings likes to a grinding halt.
Oh, my God, your comment
is getting
more likes than the post.
Stewie, you can't post
a picture like that.
It's so clear you're just
in love with yourself.
Says the guy
who constantly updates
his own Wikipedia page.
That's supposed to be anonymous.
- Oh, like all your
alcoholic buddies?
- Go to hell!
You go to hell.
Wait, stop.
Don't you see, Brian?
This is it. This is the rift.
Oh, my God, you're right.
Here come the Terminators.
What do we do?
We've got to show them that
our friendship is unbreakable.
That we love each other.
- Brian, we have to kiss.
- Oh, come on, Stewie.
No, no, no, no, no.
I-I know I can sometimes
do stuff like this,
and again I apologize
for what happened at the motel;
that was a big mix-up.
But the writer in you
knows it's true.
All right, fine.
- Stewie...
- I'm doing it for you.
- Brian, it's working.
- How much longer?
Sorry, didn't realize
it was such a chore.
What about now?
Almost, Brian. Keep kissing.
Aw, he got both of us.
- ♪ Here comes the hotstepper ♪
- ♪ Murderer ♪
- ♪ I'm the lyrical gangster ♪
- ♪ Murderer ♪
- ♪ Excuse me, Mr. Officer ♪
- ♪ Murderer ♪
- ♪ Still love you like that ♪
- ♪ Murderer ♪
♪ Na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na ♪
♪ Na-na-na, na-na-na,
na-na-na-na ♪
♪ Yeah, man, that's how it is ♪
♪ Na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na ♪
♪ Na-na-na, na-na-na,
na-na-na-na. ♪
Good night.
From all of us.