Quagmire: Hey there, sweetie. How old are you?
Connie: Sixteen.
Quagmire: Eighteen? You're first.
Connie: Mom!
Quagmire: I like where this is going. Giggity, giggity, gig-gi-ty!
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Quagmire: Hello, 911? It's Quagmire. Yeah, yeah, it's in a window this time.