mr. g. how's it going? quagmire, what are you doing here? hi, glenn. bye, you guys.like hell you are! don't worry, dad! i'll take care of him! stay away from my sis! okay, you two have fun on your date. what?! drive carefully. we'll see you later. lois, are you out of your mind?! we can't let quagmire take meg out on a date! that guy'll bang anything. hey, lois, i'm starving. what's for dinner? i made meatloaf. it's in the fridge. hey, peter, do you mind? but i have to get dinner. go out! peter, nothing's gonna happen. don't you see? she's only doing this to get a rise out of us. if we fight her on it, she'll only push further. well, she may not plan on sleeping with him, but you don't know how smooth quagmire is, lois. he's like a vagician. oh, that's clever. i know! isn't it? he practices vagic. "vagician" was funnier. okay, well, the point is, we ought to be worried. peter, trust me. i know what's going on in her head. it's just a game. i used to do the same thing to my parents. the problem is, they pushed back, and the results were not good. mr. pewterschmidt, we