[Peter, Brian, Stewie, (Chris), and Lois]
Alright you guys, I got eight crates of EpiCat from Mort, all on my tab. Now whoever goes the longest without puking gets the last piece of pie in the fridge.
[The 4 men drink]
Okay, here we go...

[Brief silence]

How's everybody doing?
Good, good so far
Alright, alright
Nothing yet
Cool, Cool

You know, I-I don't know if you guys had any of that pie already, but that is uh-that is some tasty stuff, that's from the bake sale that Lois- BLAARGHH

Oh! One down! I know somebody who won't be having any BLAERGHHH

(I'm starting to feel funny...)
Well, I feel fine, I guess I'm gonna- BLHUARGH!
(Oh boy! That means I win! I get to eat- HUAARRGGH!)
HUARRGH! Oh, Oh God! Why didn't anybody tell me... HUARGH!
Oh my God, My Insides Are on Fir- BLEARGH!
No! No please! No More! No More! HUAARGH
(Dad! I'm scared! GHARGH!)
Get the phone! Call 91-AUGHHHH
LOIS! LOIS! LOIS, GET IN HERE! HUAAGH!
Okay, okay, I think it's all gone... I think (throws up)
(Sobbing) I don't wanna...I don't wanna (throws up)
PETER! PETER, I NEED YOU TO HOLD MY EARS- BLAARGH!

[Peter grabs Brian's ears and barfs on his head. Brian, covered in vomit, then vomits on the couch. Brian wipes the vomit of his head while Stewie groans on the couch and Chris and Peter lay on the floor. All four are in total agony]

Who Wants Chowder?

[All four guys throw up simultaneously]