Peter: Ray! Hey, happenin' party.
Ray: What the hell is wrong with you?
Peter: What?
Ray: Why would you say that to him?
Peter: I don't know what you're talking about. Dad? I think I'm getting one of my dizzy spells.
Do you think we could leave now?
Hank: But we just got here.
Peter: You know, Ray, I'd love to stay here and talk with you, but I am really getting lightheaded here. Is someone wearing a citrus-based cologne? Come on, Dad-
Ray: No, I want to talk to you.
Peter: Hey! Hey! Don't go all mafia on me here, okay?