Buttscratcher!
Where's my money Brian? Yeah, you got money to buy fake mustaches
Brian: Like those 2 weeks you spent narrating your own life?
Peter: I looked with a grimace at the questionable meal Lois had placed in front of me. Of course I'd never tell her how disgusted I was with her cooking but somehow I think she knew. Lois had always been full of energy and life but lately I had begun to grow more aware of her aging. The bright, exuberant eyes that I had fallen in love with were now beginning to grow dull and listless with the long fatigue of a weary life. I awoke several hours later in a daze