(amid the chaos of Roger's party, Francine is emptying half-drunken bottles on the lawn)
Roger: Whew. Do not go on the beach volleyball court. You hit that thing with a blacklight, it's gonna glow like a bedspread at Harrah's.
Francine: That's fine. I'll just stay here and be a responsible adult while my husband's run off to live in a fantasy world with Miss Laughy-Pants. Good, have a nice life! (takes a closer look at the bottle she's holding) What the... Who's the prom queen who could only handle half a Cider Jack?!
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