[Peter sits on the couch, lighting a bong]
Brian Griffin: Peter, what are you doing?
Peter Griffin: Crack.
Brian Griffin: [enraged] What the fuck?
Peter Griffin: Hey, at least I'm not drinking, Brian.
Brian Griffin: Yeah, this isn't exactly a good substitute. Where'd you get crack?
Peter Griffin: From Black's.
Brian Griffin: What?
Peter Griffin: Yeah, right behind Black's Hardware store. There's a white guy selling it.
Brian Griffin: Look, doing crack is not the way to stop drinking. You need to get to the heart of why you drink in the first place. Look - here, this is the number of a hypnotherapist I want you to see.
Peter Griffin: [begrudgingly] Alright, Brian.
Brian Griffin: Good.
[as Brian walks away, Peter goes back to lighting the bong. Brian returns to the living room sometime later]
Brian Griffin: Hey Peter, just thought I'd check on you...
[a stoned, shirtless Peter is intensely clutching a couch cushion]
Brian Griffin: Oh my god!
Peter Griffin: Gov'ment came and took ma baby!