INT. WRITERS' ROOM - NIGHT
QUAGMIRE: (slurring) --so I said, "That's not a St. Bernard, that's my ex-wife!" Eh? Eh? Peter?
PETER: I don't get it.
Peter walks in. The bar is empty except for Quagmire, who is polishing a glass.
MIKE: Print it.
He turns to look at Lois. For a moment, the art style shifts slightly — more detailed, like a Don Hertzfeldt sketch. Her sleeping face is rendered with tiny, sad lines.
PETER: What do we do?
QUAGMIRE: (gruffly) 1998. Before the first season. We were just drawings then. No expectations. No "giggity." I was just a lonely pilot with a mustache. (beat) Now I’m a brand.