[doorbell rings; Peter's boss, Mr. Weed, is coming over for dinner]
Peter Griffin:
That must be him. Oh God! I hope that thing doesn't happen where I get nervous and can't control of the volume of my voice.
[answers door]
Mr. Jonathan Weed:
Hello Peter. How are you?
Peter Griffin:
[yelling]
Fine!
Peter Griffin:
[quietly]
Please come in.
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