He'll only will rehearse with helium balloons

with crudely drawn faces on them.

I'm sorry, Meg, but you're grounded.

MEG: But dad, the prom is tonight.

Over. [static]

LOIS: You heard your father, Meg.

Over. [static]

[knocking]

[door opening]

JOE: Peter, are you ready to hit the Drunken Clam?

Over.

[static]

It's difficult having to give up my chair for the balloon,

but that's the business we call show.

Excuse me, Joe.

The fat man's behavior has been deteriorating

for quite some time.

And I think someone may have placed an anonymous phone

call to the network about it.