Family Guy (1998–…): Season 8, Episode 11 - Dial Meg for Murder - full transcript
Meg goes to prison after her boyfriend escapes from jail, and returns as a frightening, hardened sociopath.
# It seems today that all you see
# Is violence in movies and sex on TV
# But where are those good old-fashioned values
# On which we used to rely?
# Lucky there's a family guy
# Lucky there's a man who positively can do
# All the things that make us
# Laugh and cry
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Good evening. I'm Diane Simmons.
In traffic news, heavy gridlock on the 195 interchange.
We now go live to Drunk Billy in the Channel Five newscopter.
This just in. Channel Five newscopter pilot Drunk Billy passed away today.
In anticipation of this event, we put together a clip package
featuring some of Billy's work for Channel Five News.
(CROWD SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING)
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
"I'm still hungry," said the very hungry caterpillar.
"But you've already..."
Drunk Billy will be missed.
But what you shouldn't miss is the Quahog Rodeo,
coming to the Civic Centre Friday. Tickets are on sale now.
For those who are handy with a horse, entry spots are still open.
This seems like the kind of thing Peter... Too late, Brian.
Peter, you're gonna enter the rodeo? That's stupid.
You don't know about horses, and you're in terrible shape.
That's the difference between us.
When life comes knocking, you hide in the kitchen.
I fling the door wide open and say, "Peter here. What do you got?"
And look at this. In this week's TV Guide, it says,
"Peter gets more than he bargained for when he joins the rodeo."
Well, it's in the Guide. Hey, can we make that a thing?
Can we start calling TV Guide "the Guide"?
I'm not even asking any more. That's what we're doing.
Who says I couldn't be a rodeo star?
I got more cowboy blood in me than Billy the Kid.
# BILLY JOEL: The Ballad of Billy the Kid
# Well, he robbed his way from Utah to Oklahoma
# And the law just could not seem to track him down
# And it served his legend well
# For the folks, they loved to tell
# About when Billy the Kid came to town #
Hi-yah! (SCREAMING)
Dad! What are you doing?
All right, Meg, this is only gonna hurt for about three weeks.
What the hell?
That there's my steer, Griffin.
All right, Lois. Go ahead. Say it. (SIGHS)
Chris! It's time for supper!
(CHRIS SCREAMING) (MIMICS COWBOY URGING HORSE)
(MIMICS CALMING HORSE)
All right. I am ready for the rodeo.
Mom, when's it Dad's turn?
I don't know, Chris. But I think we should all pray for your father
that he comes out of this uninjured.
Those horses stink. And it's too hot in here.
I fell asleep in the car, so now I'm cranky.
This is a disgusting display. Boy, you can say that again.
Nothing like a bunch of adult men teasing animals for fun.
It's amazing that this is still legal.
The only reason I'm here is cos my idiot friend is in the rodeo.
I only came cos I'm writing a magazine article.
One of the competitors is a 13-year-old female riding prodigy.
Apparently she got on the bull to miscarry,
and found out she had a talent for it.
ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen, give an indifferent East Coast welcome
to the newest bull-rider, Peter the Kid!
(CROWD CHEERING)
(SCREAMS) (CROWD GASPS)
You know what I am back at the ranch? I'm a breeding bull.
(STAMMERING) What's that? You gonna find out.
Where you going, fatty? We gonna have a party!
(SCREAMING)
No! (SCREAMING)
No! No! No! No!
(GASPS) (SCREAMING CONTINUES)
So, what magazine do you write for? I'm the editor for Teen People.
Editor? Wow. Gosh, you know, I'm something of a writer myself.
I wrote for the New Yorker for a little while.
Wow, that's impressive. Are you looking for work?
(CHUCKLES) Oh, no. No. I never have to look too far for that.
(STAMMERS) What do you got?
We're looking for someone to write a piece on the everyday activities
of the average American teenage girl.
Oh, I love teenage girls. It's all ahead of 'em, you know?
They haven't turned into bitches yet.
(SIGHS) It's true. What happened to all of us?
I got a house on the Cape. Maybe you come visit. Maybe.
Maybe you call a few days in advance
to give me time to get the house clean. OK.
Maybe you bring a blazer so we can go to a wider range of restaurants.
I'll bring a blazer.
You see this, Rupert? Most children build a sand castle.
But I'm building a sand retreat for singles in their 30s.
(IN DEEP VOICE) Hi, I'm Jeremy. I work in corporate finance.
(IN HIGH-PITCHED VOICE) Hi, I'm a French-Canadian girl down here on my vacation.
It's a big deal for me to be down here on my own.
I like the swimming pool with a bar in it,
cos you can sit on a barstool and you're in the water.
I like how all the food and drink is included in the price of the ticket.
Yeah, that way you don't have to bring your cash down from the room.
OK, I was just looking for a friend of mine,
so maybe I'll see you later.
Good for you, Janine. You promised yourself you'd talk to somebody, and you did it.
(NORMAL VOICE) Brian, what are you doing up there?
Shh! I'm writing an article on teenage girls.
I'm studying Meg to see what goes on during her day.
Be careful you don't fall off that ladder. Not all dogs go to heaven.
So, says here you were involved in the plotting of September 11th?
Well, that's what they get for supporting Israel.
(CHUCKLING) Gosh!
OK, into the eternal pit of fire you go.
Aaagh-hoo-hoo-hooey!
You know, Brian, just because you're writing a profile on teenage girls,
it doesn't mean you have to be a creepy stalker and follow Meg all day.
It's called research, Stewie. I'm just being thorough.
Where the hell is she going? There's nothing out in this part of town.
What is that, Brian? What is an adult correctional institute?
It's a prison, Stewie. Ah.
One would think they could just say that.
Hi, Meg. Hi, Luke.
(BOTH GASP)
Oh, my God. Meg's dating a convict.
Eh, looks like Consuela's son is in prison.
I see you soon, Rodrigo. Si, Mama.
It's really good to see you, Meg. It's been a while.
I know. I'm sorry, Luke. It's so hard to get over here without anybody finding out.
Have you gotten the letters and hair I sent?
It's the only thing that's getting me by. Thank you.
How did your parole hearing go? Not good.
Looks like I'm gonna be in here another three years.
Oh, Luke. I don't expect you to wait for me, Meg.
No, I will, Luke. If it takes ten years or 20 years,
I will be here when you get out.
Oh, my God. Meg's involved with a convict.
Wow, Meg's like one of those crazy chicks
who hooks up with an even crazier guy.
Brian, you bastard! How could you do this to me?
I'm sorry, Meg. I had to tell them.
Don't give him crap for this, Meg.
He did the right thing by coming to us.
Don't you know what kind of fire you're playing with, dating a prisoner?
Hold on, Lois. This is some serious parenting.
I'm gonna go put on my Cosby sweater.
Mom, you don't understand. Luke and I really connect very deeply.
He's all alone in there, and I'm all alone out here.
In a way, we're both in prison. Meg, there's a big difference there.
He's in prison for a reason. He broke the law.
He robbed a convenience store to pay for medication for his mom.
Oh, I'm sure he gave you a very convincing sob story.
It's not a sob story. It's true.
Frankly, I don't care, Meg. I do not want you seeing him again.
I can't find the sweater. How did you even meet him?
We had a pen-pal project at school, and when it was over,
Luke and I kept writing to each other.
Well, it stops now! But, Mom, I love him!
It stops now, Meg! Your mother's right, Meg.
You gotta be careful who you get involved with romantically. (MOBILE RINGS)
Hello? I'm in the mood for some coitus.
Get over here. I can't. I'm with my family.
Pick up wine on the way.
Well, Angela, if I'm really the only guy at work
who can solve it, I'll be right there.
(SOBBING)
(KNOCK ON WINDOW) (GASPS)
Luke! What are you doing here? I escaped, Meg.
I escaped cos I just couldn't bear another second away from you.
My God! How did you get out? I filed down a toothbrush to a fine point
and stabbed the guard with the most kids.
What? I'm just kidding. Oh.
I'm still getting used to your sense of humour.
There was a riot in the prison yard, and I slipped over the fence.
Well, quick, get in here before somebody sees you.
Oh, Meg, I've wanted to do that for so long.
And it's nice to be in front of someone for a change.
(LAUGHS) Now I know that was a joke. (CHUCKLES) Whatever.
Hey, Meg? Can I talk to you for a second?
(RUSTLING NOISE)
MEG: Uh, yeah. Come on in.
Listen. I feel like I should explain myself a little bit here.
I'm sorry I had to tell Lois what was going on. You just...
You gotta realise I was only thinking about your safety and... (LUKE SNEEZES)
(GROWLING)
(SIGHS) Luke, you might as well come out now.
Luke! They let you out of jail?
Not exactly. He broke out to see me, Brian. We're in love.
Meg, are you crazy? You can't harbour a fugitive.
That's a felony. Only if someone finds out.
Are you gonna do it? Are you gonna tell on me again? Well, I...
Brian, will you call me on my Mickey Mouse phone?
Why is that guy wearing a prison jumpsuit?
Think, Peter, think.
Wait. Hang on.
Sunday... Sunday... Here it is.
"Peter gets more than he bargains for when he joins the rodeo..." Boy, did I.
"..and Meg dates a prison escapee!" Oh, no. Luke, run!
Joe? It's Peter. Two things.
Firstly, when I was over at your house the other day,
I forgot to tell you how much I like what you and Bonnie did with your living-room furniture.
Second, come outside, there's an escaped convict running across the street!
(GASPS)
No, Luke, don't run downhill!
(GRUNTS)
You're going to jail, punk!
No, Mr Swanson, you can't take him.
Yes, I can, Meg. He's going back to jail.
Well, if you're taking him to jail, you have to take me, too!
I know. That's the plan.
You're under arrest for harbouring an escaped convict.
Oh, well, that's only fair, because after all, I did hide him from the... What?
Uh, hi. Did you also get caught trying to vote in Ohio?
Well, this is it. Meg gets out of jail today.
Already? Seems like just yesterday we rented her room
to that fly that wants to leave but can't figure it out.
FLY: OK, now where now? PETER: Right there.
I'm having some trouble. Right in front of you!
OK, I can hear you. Volume's not a problem.
I'm just not quite seeing what you're referring to. Fly out the window!
Up here, maybe? No! To your left!
No, that's just more wall. How many eyes do you have, huh?
Just two, same number as you, but, you know... I'm not...
Just go! Oh, my God! Whatever it is you're driving at, I'm just not getting it.
You're right there! So I'm just gonna go back upstairs.
I think we should all go together to pick Meg up.
She's probably fragile after being in there so long,
and I'm sure she'll be heartened to see our faces.
I'm home. You're all my bitches now.
OK.
Meg. You look so different. How was prison?
First question, who's the biggest, toughest guy in this house?
I don't like to toot my own horn, but I believe I hold the distinction...
(GRUNTING)
My house now, bitch! Now who's the funniest?
I know my way around a joke.
(GRUNTING)
For God's sake, Dad, have some humility! It'll save your life!
(GRUNTING)
There better be beer in the fridge.
Boy, I liked her better when she was more predictable.
Like the stock photos on a corporate website.
WOMAN: I'm a woman in a lab coat wearing goggles,
staring at a beaker that I'm holding near my face.
MAN 1: I'm a Latino in a hardhat, but I'm also wearing a tie so you know I'm a supervisor.
MAN 2: We're college students listening to our professor,
but the class is taking place... outside?
(SHOWER RUNNING)
Hey. Meg! What the hell are you doing in here?
Shower time. Yeah, for me! Not for...
What are you doing with that loofah? Don't worry about it.
(SCREAMS) You told me not to worry about it!
I should have been worried the whole time!
Meg? Honey? I did all your laundry.
Oh, my God! What is that smell?
It's my poop bucket. What the hell?
I'm used to going to the bathroom in my room.
That's disgusting! No, you use the toilet here like everyone else!
No. Ugh! God! It smells horrible!
Can you at least empty it each time you use it?
I like to fill it up. I'm not making a million trips.
Oh, my God! Are you using my shirts as toilet paper?
Yeah. And I think I might need some right now.
Get out now or stay and get weird. Your call, warden.
Hey, who's the new dude?
Oh, my God! That's Meg Griffin! She just got out of prison!
Hey, Meg, what did they put you in jail for? Being ugly?
(ALL LAUGHING)
Hey, Meg, what happened? Did you get out early for fat behaviour?
(ALL LAUGH)
Nice tattoo. Did you get your butt hair braided, too,
while you were in there? (ALL LAUGH)
What did you do, carve a gun out of soap and then not wash with it?
Pee-ew! (ALL LAUGH)
Hey, Meg, are you gonna take those soda cans
to the Shaw-Skank Redemption centre?
(ALL LAUGHING)
Peter, Meg's been suspended from school. That's OK. Whatever she wants to do.
She cracked three kids' skulls open!
Ever since she's gotten out of prison, she is out of control.
That's what the penal system does in this country.
It turns small-time offenders into hardened criminals.
Look at Meg. They took an innocent little girl
and turned her into a psychotic, sociopathic freak.
(ALL GASP) What did you say, Brian?
Oh, I was picking up on something Lois said.
What did you say, Lois? Something about Meg being a freak?
Oh, no, I didn't say anything.
Peter said something about Meg, which I completely disagree with.
That wasn't me. Stewie was really laying into Meg about something.
Yeah, Stewie. Definitely Stewie. Oh, so now everyone understands me.
Look, Meg, we're just worried about you.
Well, don't. I can take care of myself.
I'll be outta here by the end of the week.
Punch yourself in the face. (WHIMPERS)
Punch yourself in the face! (WHIMPERING)
All right, he doesn't know what he's doing.
You, fatso, punch your baby in the...
I did good, Meg? Shut up.
I did good. I did good.
(ENGINE STARTS) Drive.
Um, any particular direction? That way.
You're gonna help me get some money so I can get out of this town.
Really? Where are you gonna go? I don't know. Somewhere far away.
Maybe China. I hear they got NASCAR there now.
(ENGINES REVVING)
(ALL CLAMOURING)
What kinda birdhouse can you build with Popsicles, roofies and a mallet?
It's for a rare African bird called none of your business.
Hi, Meg. Can I help you?
Hands in the air, Goldman! Oh, my God! What are you doing?
Give me your money! Here! Here!
Just take this jar for the leukaemia kids. I don't give it to 'em anyhow.
Meg, put down the gun. Brian, get back in the car!
Look, don't do this. This isn't you, Meg.
What happened to the girl we used to know?
The one that Luke fell in love with? The one he's expecting to see
when he steps out of that prison in 40 years?
I don't care about Luke. I don't need him. I don't need anyone!
If you don't put the gun down, I'm gonna be forced to call the police.
Good! Call the police! I want you to!
What do I care if I go back to prison?
Nobody cares about me anyway.
You're wrong, Meg. I wanna show you something.
Teen People? It's the article I wrote about you.
You wrote an article about me?
They wanted a story about a typical teenage girl.
Is it "A Fistful of Backne: Tale of a Teenage Loser"?
Yeah, they make the title. Read paragraph three.
This isn't a library, you know.
"And in the face of every adolescent challenge,
she looks at the world through hopeful eyes
and maintains an uncommon resilience that can only be admired.
In this sense, Meg Griffin is not the typical American girl.
She is far sweeter and kinder than that."
Oh, my God. That is so nice, Brian.
Did you mean all that? Of course I did.
Oh, my God, I can't believe I did this.
I was just so tired of being everyone's whipping girl
that it felt kind of good to do some of the whipping.
Give me the gun, Meg.
Thanks for reminding me who I really am.
Well, at least I didn't get robbed. (DOOR OPENS)
And what can I do for you four fine black gentlemen today?
I gotta say, Meg, I like you so much better like this.
Me, too, Meg. God, it must have been horrible in there.
It wasn't so bad. I met Wesley Snipes.
Is that right? Yeah.
And you know what's funny? He was Inmate 57, too.
Huh? He was Inmate 57?
See, he did a movie called Passenger 57.
Ah. Well, terrific. Always end on a strong joke.
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# Is violence in movies and sex on TV
# But where are those good old-fashioned values
# On which we used to rely?
# Lucky there's a family guy
# Lucky there's a man who positively can do
# All the things that make us
# Laugh and cry
# He's a family guy #
Good evening. I'm Diane Simmons.
In traffic news, heavy gridlock on the 195 interchange.
We now go live to Drunk Billy in the Channel Five newscopter.
This just in. Channel Five newscopter pilot Drunk Billy passed away today.
In anticipation of this event, we put together a clip package
featuring some of Billy's work for Channel Five News.
(CROWD SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING)
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
"I'm still hungry," said the very hungry caterpillar.
"But you've already..."
Drunk Billy will be missed.
But what you shouldn't miss is the Quahog Rodeo,
coming to the Civic Centre Friday. Tickets are on sale now.
For those who are handy with a horse, entry spots are still open.
This seems like the kind of thing Peter... Too late, Brian.
Peter, you're gonna enter the rodeo? That's stupid.
You don't know about horses, and you're in terrible shape.
That's the difference between us.
When life comes knocking, you hide in the kitchen.
I fling the door wide open and say, "Peter here. What do you got?"
And look at this. In this week's TV Guide, it says,
"Peter gets more than he bargained for when he joins the rodeo."
Well, it's in the Guide. Hey, can we make that a thing?
Can we start calling TV Guide "the Guide"?
I'm not even asking any more. That's what we're doing.
Who says I couldn't be a rodeo star?
I got more cowboy blood in me than Billy the Kid.
# BILLY JOEL: The Ballad of Billy the Kid
# Well, he robbed his way from Utah to Oklahoma
# And the law just could not seem to track him down
# And it served his legend well
# For the folks, they loved to tell
# About when Billy the Kid came to town #
Hi-yah! (SCREAMING)
Dad! What are you doing?
All right, Meg, this is only gonna hurt for about three weeks.
What the hell?
That there's my steer, Griffin.
All right, Lois. Go ahead. Say it. (SIGHS)
Chris! It's time for supper!
(CHRIS SCREAMING) (MIMICS COWBOY URGING HORSE)
(MIMICS CALMING HORSE)
All right. I am ready for the rodeo.
Mom, when's it Dad's turn?
I don't know, Chris. But I think we should all pray for your father
that he comes out of this uninjured.
Those horses stink. And it's too hot in here.
I fell asleep in the car, so now I'm cranky.
This is a disgusting display. Boy, you can say that again.
Nothing like a bunch of adult men teasing animals for fun.
It's amazing that this is still legal.
The only reason I'm here is cos my idiot friend is in the rodeo.
I only came cos I'm writing a magazine article.
One of the competitors is a 13-year-old female riding prodigy.
Apparently she got on the bull to miscarry,
and found out she had a talent for it.
ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen, give an indifferent East Coast welcome
to the newest bull-rider, Peter the Kid!
(CROWD CHEERING)
(SCREAMS) (CROWD GASPS)
You know what I am back at the ranch? I'm a breeding bull.
(STAMMERING) What's that? You gonna find out.
Where you going, fatty? We gonna have a party!
(SCREAMING)
No! (SCREAMING)
No! No! No! No!
(GASPS) (SCREAMING CONTINUES)
So, what magazine do you write for? I'm the editor for Teen People.
Editor? Wow. Gosh, you know, I'm something of a writer myself.
I wrote for the New Yorker for a little while.
Wow, that's impressive. Are you looking for work?
(CHUCKLES) Oh, no. No. I never have to look too far for that.
(STAMMERS) What do you got?
We're looking for someone to write a piece on the everyday activities
of the average American teenage girl.
Oh, I love teenage girls. It's all ahead of 'em, you know?
They haven't turned into bitches yet.
(SIGHS) It's true. What happened to all of us?
I got a house on the Cape. Maybe you come visit. Maybe.
Maybe you call a few days in advance
to give me time to get the house clean. OK.
Maybe you bring a blazer so we can go to a wider range of restaurants.
I'll bring a blazer.
You see this, Rupert? Most children build a sand castle.
But I'm building a sand retreat for singles in their 30s.
(IN DEEP VOICE) Hi, I'm Jeremy. I work in corporate finance.
(IN HIGH-PITCHED VOICE) Hi, I'm a French-Canadian girl down here on my vacation.
It's a big deal for me to be down here on my own.
I like the swimming pool with a bar in it,
cos you can sit on a barstool and you're in the water.
I like how all the food and drink is included in the price of the ticket.
Yeah, that way you don't have to bring your cash down from the room.
OK, I was just looking for a friend of mine,
so maybe I'll see you later.
Good for you, Janine. You promised yourself you'd talk to somebody, and you did it.
(NORMAL VOICE) Brian, what are you doing up there?
Shh! I'm writing an article on teenage girls.
I'm studying Meg to see what goes on during her day.
Be careful you don't fall off that ladder. Not all dogs go to heaven.
So, says here you were involved in the plotting of September 11th?
Well, that's what they get for supporting Israel.
(CHUCKLING) Gosh!
OK, into the eternal pit of fire you go.
Aaagh-hoo-hoo-hooey!
You know, Brian, just because you're writing a profile on teenage girls,
it doesn't mean you have to be a creepy stalker and follow Meg all day.
It's called research, Stewie. I'm just being thorough.
Where the hell is she going? There's nothing out in this part of town.
What is that, Brian? What is an adult correctional institute?
It's a prison, Stewie. Ah.
One would think they could just say that.
Hi, Meg. Hi, Luke.
(BOTH GASP)
Oh, my God. Meg's dating a convict.
Eh, looks like Consuela's son is in prison.
I see you soon, Rodrigo. Si, Mama.
It's really good to see you, Meg. It's been a while.
I know. I'm sorry, Luke. It's so hard to get over here without anybody finding out.
Have you gotten the letters and hair I sent?
It's the only thing that's getting me by. Thank you.
How did your parole hearing go? Not good.
Looks like I'm gonna be in here another three years.
Oh, Luke. I don't expect you to wait for me, Meg.
No, I will, Luke. If it takes ten years or 20 years,
I will be here when you get out.
Oh, my God. Meg's involved with a convict.
Wow, Meg's like one of those crazy chicks
who hooks up with an even crazier guy.
Brian, you bastard! How could you do this to me?
I'm sorry, Meg. I had to tell them.
Don't give him crap for this, Meg.
He did the right thing by coming to us.
Don't you know what kind of fire you're playing with, dating a prisoner?
Hold on, Lois. This is some serious parenting.
I'm gonna go put on my Cosby sweater.
Mom, you don't understand. Luke and I really connect very deeply.
He's all alone in there, and I'm all alone out here.
In a way, we're both in prison. Meg, there's a big difference there.
He's in prison for a reason. He broke the law.
He robbed a convenience store to pay for medication for his mom.
Oh, I'm sure he gave you a very convincing sob story.
It's not a sob story. It's true.
Frankly, I don't care, Meg. I do not want you seeing him again.
I can't find the sweater. How did you even meet him?
We had a pen-pal project at school, and when it was over,
Luke and I kept writing to each other.
Well, it stops now! But, Mom, I love him!
It stops now, Meg! Your mother's right, Meg.
You gotta be careful who you get involved with romantically. (MOBILE RINGS)
Hello? I'm in the mood for some coitus.
Get over here. I can't. I'm with my family.
Pick up wine on the way.
Well, Angela, if I'm really the only guy at work
who can solve it, I'll be right there.
(SOBBING)
(KNOCK ON WINDOW) (GASPS)
Luke! What are you doing here? I escaped, Meg.
I escaped cos I just couldn't bear another second away from you.
My God! How did you get out? I filed down a toothbrush to a fine point
and stabbed the guard with the most kids.
What? I'm just kidding. Oh.
I'm still getting used to your sense of humour.
There was a riot in the prison yard, and I slipped over the fence.
Well, quick, get in here before somebody sees you.
Oh, Meg, I've wanted to do that for so long.
And it's nice to be in front of someone for a change.
(LAUGHS) Now I know that was a joke. (CHUCKLES) Whatever.
Hey, Meg? Can I talk to you for a second?
(RUSTLING NOISE)
MEG: Uh, yeah. Come on in.
Listen. I feel like I should explain myself a little bit here.
I'm sorry I had to tell Lois what was going on. You just...
You gotta realise I was only thinking about your safety and... (LUKE SNEEZES)
(GROWLING)
(SIGHS) Luke, you might as well come out now.
Luke! They let you out of jail?
Not exactly. He broke out to see me, Brian. We're in love.
Meg, are you crazy? You can't harbour a fugitive.
That's a felony. Only if someone finds out.
Are you gonna do it? Are you gonna tell on me again? Well, I...
Brian, will you call me on my Mickey Mouse phone?
Why is that guy wearing a prison jumpsuit?
Think, Peter, think.
Wait. Hang on.
Sunday... Sunday... Here it is.
"Peter gets more than he bargains for when he joins the rodeo..." Boy, did I.
"..and Meg dates a prison escapee!" Oh, no. Luke, run!
Joe? It's Peter. Two things.
Firstly, when I was over at your house the other day,
I forgot to tell you how much I like what you and Bonnie did with your living-room furniture.
Second, come outside, there's an escaped convict running across the street!
(GASPS)
No, Luke, don't run downhill!
(GRUNTS)
You're going to jail, punk!
No, Mr Swanson, you can't take him.
Yes, I can, Meg. He's going back to jail.
Well, if you're taking him to jail, you have to take me, too!
I know. That's the plan.
You're under arrest for harbouring an escaped convict.
Oh, well, that's only fair, because after all, I did hide him from the... What?
Uh, hi. Did you also get caught trying to vote in Ohio?
Well, this is it. Meg gets out of jail today.
Already? Seems like just yesterday we rented her room
to that fly that wants to leave but can't figure it out.
FLY: OK, now where now? PETER: Right there.
I'm having some trouble. Right in front of you!
OK, I can hear you. Volume's not a problem.
I'm just not quite seeing what you're referring to. Fly out the window!
Up here, maybe? No! To your left!
No, that's just more wall. How many eyes do you have, huh?
Just two, same number as you, but, you know... I'm not...
Just go! Oh, my God! Whatever it is you're driving at, I'm just not getting it.
You're right there! So I'm just gonna go back upstairs.
I think we should all go together to pick Meg up.
She's probably fragile after being in there so long,
and I'm sure she'll be heartened to see our faces.
I'm home. You're all my bitches now.
OK.
Meg. You look so different. How was prison?
First question, who's the biggest, toughest guy in this house?
I don't like to toot my own horn, but I believe I hold the distinction...
(GRUNTING)
My house now, bitch! Now who's the funniest?
I know my way around a joke.
(GRUNTING)
For God's sake, Dad, have some humility! It'll save your life!
(GRUNTING)
There better be beer in the fridge.
Boy, I liked her better when she was more predictable.
Like the stock photos on a corporate website.
WOMAN: I'm a woman in a lab coat wearing goggles,
staring at a beaker that I'm holding near my face.
MAN 1: I'm a Latino in a hardhat, but I'm also wearing a tie so you know I'm a supervisor.
MAN 2: We're college students listening to our professor,
but the class is taking place... outside?
(SHOWER RUNNING)
Hey. Meg! What the hell are you doing in here?
Shower time. Yeah, for me! Not for...
What are you doing with that loofah? Don't worry about it.
(SCREAMS) You told me not to worry about it!
I should have been worried the whole time!
Meg? Honey? I did all your laundry.
Oh, my God! What is that smell?
It's my poop bucket. What the hell?
I'm used to going to the bathroom in my room.
That's disgusting! No, you use the toilet here like everyone else!
No. Ugh! God! It smells horrible!
Can you at least empty it each time you use it?
I like to fill it up. I'm not making a million trips.
Oh, my God! Are you using my shirts as toilet paper?
Yeah. And I think I might need some right now.
Get out now or stay and get weird. Your call, warden.
Hey, who's the new dude?
Oh, my God! That's Meg Griffin! She just got out of prison!
Hey, Meg, what did they put you in jail for? Being ugly?
(ALL LAUGHING)
Hey, Meg, what happened? Did you get out early for fat behaviour?
(ALL LAUGH)
Nice tattoo. Did you get your butt hair braided, too,
while you were in there? (ALL LAUGH)
What did you do, carve a gun out of soap and then not wash with it?
Pee-ew! (ALL LAUGH)
Hey, Meg, are you gonna take those soda cans
to the Shaw-Skank Redemption centre?
(ALL LAUGHING)
Peter, Meg's been suspended from school. That's OK. Whatever she wants to do.
She cracked three kids' skulls open!
Ever since she's gotten out of prison, she is out of control.
That's what the penal system does in this country.
It turns small-time offenders into hardened criminals.
Look at Meg. They took an innocent little girl
and turned her into a psychotic, sociopathic freak.
(ALL GASP) What did you say, Brian?
Oh, I was picking up on something Lois said.
What did you say, Lois? Something about Meg being a freak?
Oh, no, I didn't say anything.
Peter said something about Meg, which I completely disagree with.
That wasn't me. Stewie was really laying into Meg about something.
Yeah, Stewie. Definitely Stewie. Oh, so now everyone understands me.
Look, Meg, we're just worried about you.
Well, don't. I can take care of myself.
I'll be outta here by the end of the week.
Punch yourself in the face. (WHIMPERS)
Punch yourself in the face! (WHIMPERING)
All right, he doesn't know what he's doing.
You, fatso, punch your baby in the...
I did good, Meg? Shut up.
I did good. I did good.
(ENGINE STARTS) Drive.
Um, any particular direction? That way.
You're gonna help me get some money so I can get out of this town.
Really? Where are you gonna go? I don't know. Somewhere far away.
Maybe China. I hear they got NASCAR there now.
(ENGINES REVVING)
(ALL CLAMOURING)
What kinda birdhouse can you build with Popsicles, roofies and a mallet?
It's for a rare African bird called none of your business.
Hi, Meg. Can I help you?
Hands in the air, Goldman! Oh, my God! What are you doing?
Give me your money! Here! Here!
Just take this jar for the leukaemia kids. I don't give it to 'em anyhow.
Meg, put down the gun. Brian, get back in the car!
Look, don't do this. This isn't you, Meg.
What happened to the girl we used to know?
The one that Luke fell in love with? The one he's expecting to see
when he steps out of that prison in 40 years?
I don't care about Luke. I don't need him. I don't need anyone!
If you don't put the gun down, I'm gonna be forced to call the police.
Good! Call the police! I want you to!
What do I care if I go back to prison?
Nobody cares about me anyway.
You're wrong, Meg. I wanna show you something.
Teen People? It's the article I wrote about you.
You wrote an article about me?
They wanted a story about a typical teenage girl.
Is it "A Fistful of Backne: Tale of a Teenage Loser"?
Yeah, they make the title. Read paragraph three.
This isn't a library, you know.
"And in the face of every adolescent challenge,
she looks at the world through hopeful eyes
and maintains an uncommon resilience that can only be admired.
In this sense, Meg Griffin is not the typical American girl.
She is far sweeter and kinder than that."
Oh, my God. That is so nice, Brian.
Did you mean all that? Of course I did.
Oh, my God, I can't believe I did this.
I was just so tired of being everyone's whipping girl
that it felt kind of good to do some of the whipping.
Give me the gun, Meg.
Thanks for reminding me who I really am.
Well, at least I didn't get robbed. (DOOR OPENS)
And what can I do for you four fine black gentlemen today?
I gotta say, Meg, I like you so much better like this.
Me, too, Meg. God, it must have been horrible in there.
It wasn't so bad. I met Wesley Snipes.
Is that right? Yeah.
And you know what's funny? He was Inmate 57, too.
Huh? He was Inmate 57?
See, he did a movie called Passenger 57.
Ah. Well, terrific. Always end on a strong joke.
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