...u're a growing boy. Don't you want to grow up as strong and tall as your father.
Stewie: Oh yes. Those are fetching role models. I would definitely want to grow up to get married and have a mentally retarded son and a man of a daughter. Next thing you'd want me to do is join some random fraternity and go on a drinking binge every night with my pledge brothers.
(Flash to a bar where Stewie is walking to greet a group of unknown guys)
Frat: Hey Stewie.
Stewie: Hey bros. What's shakin'.
Guy #1: We're about ready to play a game called "Cute or Shoot". Pretty much, we go round the table and each one of us must go to a random cute girl in the bar, tell her she's cute and get her number. Every time one of us fails to complete our task, that person must drink a shot of this whiskey.
Stewie: You guys know that if you pour hard whiskey on a slab, it cooks the meat in mattter of minutes, right? That's what it does to your body.
Guy #2: Coke can clean rust off a copper exhaust pipe, but you don't see me going cold turkey.
Stewie: Duly noted! I'm in!
(Five rounds later. One of the bros comes back to the table with a number from one of the bar girls)
Stewie (drunk): Oh du...dude. You so...you so suck. How the hell... do you guys do it? I've gone five times...and five times I have downed...a shot of this awesome Whiskey. Oh...look. The bottle's all done. Hey! Hey...bitch! Get yo...