(Stan is lying on the bed)
Francine: Stan, you're so stressed. You want me to make you happy with my mouth?
Stan: Yeah, I guess so.
(Francine starts blowing raspberries in Stan's stomach, Stan laughs)
Stan: Ah, that helps a little.
Francine: Stan, maybe you'd feel better if we met this boy. Why don't we have him over for dinner so you can get to know him?
Stan: That's brilliant, Francine. Now rephrase it so it sounds like my idea.