mr. quagmire. oh, please, my father is mr. quagmi-- oh, no. he's... okay, well, he used to be mr. ida davis. anyway, this is a special day for you, young lady. here's a gift for ya. a scented candle? as a girl, i love this! that was originally $30. thanks, mr. quagmire. well, it's your 18th birthday, meg. that's a very important milestone in a young girl's... i mean, a young woman's life. hey, welcome to the adult club, huh? and you know what? you got another member right next door if you ever want to talk and stuff. happy birthday. hey... hey, where's that pinky going, huh? where's he going? wha, what's he doing? get back here. there you go. look at quagmire hitting on that skank. you know he's gonna close the deal. peter, that skank is your daughter. oh, my god, you're right! you know, meg, i'd love to see you without your hat on. okay. wow. i love jell-o. why? well, imagine waking up every morning with a little less hair... then driving to work in heavy traffic. [ horns blaring ] only to find out that the project you were working on for a year was suddenly canceled. well, the ch