Family Guy – S20E08 – The Birthday Bootlegger | Transcript

Peter's new boss bans his favorite part about work: office birthdays; Stewie gets detention and turns rough.
Family Guy - S20E08 - The Birthday Bootlegger

Original air date: November 21, 2021

Peter is put in charge of extravagant monthly celebrations at the brewery in order to celebrate office birthdays including the musical number “June is Busting Out All Over” with Leslie Uggams, but these are soon quelled by the new manager Preston Lloyd (Peter Macon) who favors productivity above all else. Peter retaliates by throwing speakeasy-type secret parties inside an overlooked conference room. During one celebration, he borrows Marty McFly’s amp and the noise gives him away due to it being near Preston’s office where the sound knocks everything off his wall. This causes Preston to fire him. Meanwhile, Stewie pulls a “what’s on your shirt” prank on Doug and gives him a nosebleed, earning him his third strike and thus a one-day detention at the elementary school which Miss Tammy takes him to across the street. He views this as actual prison and comes out a ruffian, taking his anger out on his family. He tortures Chris by forcing him to watch a kiddie cartoon and threatens Rupert over not visiting him during detention. Lois manages to calm him down with a bubble bath, although he still has a back tattoo from the experience much to Brian’s surprise. Sometime after Preston fires him, Peter shows up at the office to clear the search history on his old computer, but is ordered to leave. However, Opie, Stella, and the other workers show solidarity with him. This convinces Preston to rehire him, figuring that the employees might be more willing to work if they get to party each month. After Peter is rehired, his house is visited by Leslie Uggams who informs him about the correct lyrics to “June is Busting Out All Over”. The Griffins and Leslie Uggams then perform the song with Stewie informing the viewers that it came from Carousel which anybody’s grandfather was dragged to and had to “get married to touch boob”.

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♪ It seems today that all you see ♪

♪ Is violence in movies and sex on TV ♪

♪ But where are those good old-fashioned values ♪

♪ On which we used to rely? ♪

♪ Lucky there’s a family guy ♪

♪ Lucky there’s a man who positively can do ♪

♪ All the things that make us ♪

♪ Laugh and cry ♪

♪ He’s… a… Fam… ily… Guy! ♪

Where’s Dad?

It’s office birthdays today at the brewery. Ever since your father was put in charge, he’s been taking it very seriously.

Okay, Brian, what do you got for me?

Okay, birthday jokes. “We may be colleagues, but there’s no one in your league.”

Boy, that’s a brick off the backboard. Chris, what do you got?

“I drove the family to Disneyland for vacation, and when we got off the highway, the sign said, ‘Disneyland, Left,’ so we drove back home.”

Chris, that’s going in the show. See that, Brian? Don’t be afraid to pull the heartstrings.

Peter, don’t you think you might be putting too much time into office birthdays and not enough into your job?

Come on, Lois. It’s the one thing I look forward to at work. It’s the one thing I’m good at. I am to birthdays what J.K. Rowling is to now-problematic wizard stories.

Perhaps Slytherin or maybe Hufflepuff or trans women aren’t really women.

Wait, what?

I mean, uh, the first two things. Okay, who’s the next girl or boy? There’s only those two.

PETER: Who’s ready for June birthdays?


(lively orchestral music playing)

♪ June is bustin’ out all over ♪

♪ Every birthday boy and girl who’s on the clock ♪

♪ First there’s Annie from accounting ♪

♪ Just turned 40, but who’s counting? ♪

♪ And that old guy Frank down on the dock ♪

Ladies and gentlemen, Leslie Uggams.

♪ June is bustin’ out all over ♪

♪ Ah, tole, da, da-doe-da, tinkin’ can ♪

♪ All the hanna-manna wishes ♪

♪ And the hanna-wenna fishes ♪

♪ Out of all the morning glories on the spam ♪

♪ Because it’s June ♪

♪ Da-da-da ♪

♪ Just because it’s June, June ♪

♪ June! ♪

(song ends)


Wait, isn’t it November?

Who cares? They are marvelous.

So I drove my family down to Disneyland for vacation. When we got off the highway, the sign said, “Disneyland, Left,” so we drove back home.


Thanks. I wrote that.

Oh, I’ll show him.

I own the school paper. Get me dirt on Principal Shepherd’s car. I also own the school car wash. Myeah. Myeah.

Children, please continue independent play while I go see if I just sneezed my tampon out.

Let’s see. Any good reads here? Hmm, what’s this? Hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. My word, this is brilliant. Now to find my mark.

Hey, Stewie. What you reading? Something with different cloths to feel?

No, not since, uh… not since COVID. I say, Doug, it appears you’ve got something on your shirt.

Is that so?

♪ ♪

(slow-motion groaning)

Ha-ha! There’s nothing on your shirt! It was all a ruse.


Doug, are you okay? Oh, my God, what happened? Who did this to you?


Stewart Griffin-Suarez, is that true?

No! And thank you for that. Rupert and I decided to hyphenate. I hope it doesn’t make me look like too much of a pushover. Now, where was I? Oh, yes. (sighs) Screw it. Yes, I hit him. And it was glorious.

This is your third strike, Stewie. That means no more time-outs. You get a detention.

Detention? (scoffs) You can’t scare me. The only thing that scares me is a sudden loud noise, even if it’s only spoken.

TV ANNOUNCER: We now return to Val Kilmer and Robert Downey Jr. in Kiss Kiss…


…Bang Bang!


So, how did the birthday thing go?

Amazing, Lois. I’ve even been asked to do a TED Talk.

What is a birthday? I think it can best be understood by breaking down the word “birth” and “day.” Where the hell is everyone? Ah, okay. Now it makes sense.

(kissing) Bye-bye, Stewie.

Yeah, buh-bye, whatever.

Stewie, where are you headed? You’ve got detention this morning.

That’s where I’m headed.

Stewie, no, detention isn’t in preschool. It’s in the elementary school building.

(dramatic musical sting)

The elementary school? But that’s where the big kids are.

(dramatic musical sting)

Oh, I’m sorry. Did I ruins y’all’s reveal? Let me go ahead and scooch back a little. Beep, beep, beep.

(dramatic musical sting)

Oh, no! Look at that big scary school!

(dramatic musical sting)

♪ ♪

My God, these kids have their teeth. And where are their pacifiers? How do they ever sleep? Detention kids are scary. Especially that fourth grader writing on the board. Ah, that is such a load of (Mickey Mouse voice) truth, a wonderful load of truth.

(disco music playing inside)

(disco music continues)

All right, birthdays. (disco whoop) Whoop, whoop!

MAN: What the hell is this?

It’s happy birthday (disco whoop) to you.

I didn’t approve this.

Oh, yeah? Well, who the hell are (disco whoop) you-you?

I’m Preston Lloyd, the new manager of the brewery and your boss.

(disco whoop) Is that true-true?

Yes. And I’ve been charged with improving brewery productivity. And it has become clear to me that the best way to start is by canceling office birthdays, effective immediately.

I don’t know how to stop on roller skates, so hang on until I run out of momentum.


But, Mr. Lloyd, you can’t cancel office birthdays.

I’m pretty sure I can. Mr. Griffin, I like focused, productive employees.

But this is a brewery. Beer is supposed to be fun.

I’ve been sober for 46 years.

How old are you?

46. A brewery is not about getting drunk. It’s a business. I need disciplined, productive employees. Can you be that, Mr. Griffin?

Oh, heavens, no.

Then we’re going to have a problem.

But, Mr. Lloyd, you can’t take away office birthdays. People love ’em.

(sighs) If it means that much to the employees, fine.


I’ll do them.


(feedback squeals)

Attention, employees. This is Mr. Lloyd, your manager. I will now resume the office birthday celebration from earlier. (clears throat) Helen Daily, date of birth 12/10/1968. Martin Burke, date of birth 12/13/1969. J.H. Christ, 12/25… zero, zero, zero, zero. You now have two minutes to consume cake.

(stopwatch ticking)

(lively chatter)

Hey, do you know where I can get a pacifier in this place? I’m jonesing.

Anyone hears you say that in here, you’ll get your ass kicked. You’re the “something on your shirt” kid, right?

How did you know?

Well, I make it my business to know.

You got purdy lips.

Why, thank you. It’s a new serum. Move over, lip balms. The secret is retinol. Let’s talk later.

I can’t believe the new jerk manager canceled office birthdays. It was the one thing in life I looked forward to.

Is this manager a no-nonsense, button-down man who’s also been in the military?

How’d you know?


Well, what do I do?

Take it from a lawman, whenever authorities have tried to take away something the people find precious, the people have found ways around the law. They always find a way, like nature.

(birds chirping)

Look at that. Tree bent to keep growing toward the sun. Anyway, I’m Joe, and I don’t do a lot of these.

[Climb up here and hang yourself]

Boy, wouldn’t you like to know what those little guys are saying?

♪ ♪

PETER: What’s the password?

(hushed) “Fat man.”

(lively chatter)

(jazzy piano music playing)

I’d like to wish all you birthday boys and girls a special day with the help of… The Beatles. One, two, three, hit it.

(crowd cheering)

(jazzy piano music playing)

The boss is coming.

(music stops)


And this is our final stop on the tour.

What’s this room?

Oh, this is an unused meeting room that no one pays attention to.

Ah. Well, then, I suppose there’s no need to pay any attention.

Okay, there was an elderly Jewish family hiding in there, and I don’t know what to tell them.

(school bell ringing)

(kids chattering)

Well, Stewie, you’ve completed your detention. What have you learned from this experience?

That your mother’s a whore.

Hey, Stewie. How was your detention?

Brian Griffin, is that really you? Been a long time, it has.

I saw you this morning.

The world’s gone and got itself in a big damn hurry. You lose track of time on the inside, Brian. You wouldn’t know. You ain’t seen the things I’ve seen.

Preschool detention? No, I guess I haven’t. What’d you do in there?

Got jacked.

You look exactly the same.

And yet I got jacked.

Okay, time to make this office my own and decorate it with my prized achievements. Ah, let’s start with my Big Mouth Billy Bass with the battery removed so I don’t have to be interrupted by that nonsense. Ah, my framed ticket stub from opening night of Independence Day. My Purple Heart.

(jazzy piano music playing)

(lively chatter)

Today, for a special birthdays treat, I’ve acquired Marty McFly’s amp.

(low electrical humming)

Who’s ready to rock birthdays?


There. A lifetime of fragilely framed achievements.

(electric guitar blares)

What the hell?

(gasps) Mr. Lloyd!

What is going on in here?


Ow! Ow! Aah!


Aah! That didn’t work! Ow, my bones!

I had a very good rotation guy work on this.

Ow, though! Ow! Please stop!

Sorry. Sorry. I-I don’t know what to say. I’ll call the guy. I-I don’t know, I don’t know what to say.

Griffin, is this some kind of secret birthday celebration room? I made a decision to cancel office birthdays, and it was very explicit.

There was nudity?

Mr. Griffin, you leave me no other choice. You’re fired.

Fired? Can I still get paid and just not come?


Well, I guess it’s time to say goodbye to the security guards whose names I never learned.

Take care, Cap’n.

Stay golden, Chief.

Be well, Buckaroo.

Bye, Francesca Louise Allessandro. Say hi to Max and Samuel and your sister Eloise for me. And good luck with your night courses. Hey, do you have, like, a nickname on Instagram? I’m having trouble finding you.

I can’t believe you were fired from the brewery. I mean, how are we gonna pay our bills?

That depends. When you use Venmo, do they just, like, believe you that you have the money?

No. Right?


Fine. Maybe they’ll take me back as the Radio City Rockette with too-big shoes.

(lively big band music playing)



Should we just get him smaller shoes?

Wouldn’t matter. He butters his feet.

Stewie, breakfast!

(harmonica playing somber music)

When did this new slab of beef get delivered?

My name’s Chris.

You don’t have a name until I give you one. You’re a little young and plump to be in a place like this. You need a friend. Someone who can provide you with protection. I could be your friend. All we’ll need is a BIC pen and a lighter.

Why? So you can burn a swastika into my butt?

Well, you just ruined the surprise, you goofball.

Oh. Stewie. (chuckles nervously) What brings you by?

You’re gonna give me what I want.

Um, wh-what are you talking about?

You know. We’re doing this, and you’re gonna find a way to enjoy it.


(upbeat electronic music playing)

(sobbing) I-I don’t like it. I don’t understand what’s happening.

The three sisters have a magic hopscotch board that turns them into superheroes, but only at night and never if it’s raining.

It’s too complicated and noisy.

Yeah, it is both of those things. And their cat speaks French.


Yeah. Yeah.

Oh, there you are, Rupert. Funny how I never got a visit in detention. Not even a letter. What do you mean you couldn’t find a stamp? Well, no need to mail it now. Show me the letter. Show me the damn letter! I met a new friend in detention. His name is Thomas the Shank Engine. I think it’s time you two met. You want to meet him? (grunting)

What’s going on in here?

You don’t know what detention was like, Brian. I feel like I aged four years in there. On the first day, an older boy put two fingers on my nose and just took it right off my face and held it in front of me and said, “I got it. I got your nose.” That ever happen to you, Brian? You ever seen your own nose wiggling between two fingers right in front of your face? And he never gave it back.

Stewie, what’s going on in here?


Okay, you are coming with me.

(sobbing) They’ve got my nose, Brian. They’ve got my nose.

(sobbing) They’ve got my– (sighs) Ah. This changes everything. Ooh, bubbles!

Aw, looks like somebody was overdue for his bath time. That’s why you’ve been so cranky. All right, after this, we’ll get you into your footsie jammies and tucked into bed.

Ah, finally, I can put that whole detention experience behind me and just live.


Yep, so that’s how your granddad got his back tattoo and hepatitis. Never share a needle with Ben Affleck.

How did you and Other Granddaddy meet?

That’s a story for when you’re older.

The kids at school were asking if you’re a bottom or a top.

They should not be asking that.

They said if that was your answer, then you were a bottom.

Who are these (bleep) kids you’re talking to? I would like to have a word with their attractive fathers.

And that’s how you say “productivity” in 11 different languages, which, in hindsight, was not a productive use of time.

Oh, sorry to interrupt. I just came to clear the search history off my computer before the I.T. guy-uhp, he’s already got it.

Boy, you’re really all in on Asa Akira.

Way off, pal. This is the only place I can masturbate.

Griffin, just go.

♪ ♪

Oh, fat man, my fat man.

Mr. Pabian. Get down from there at once.

♪ ♪

Oh, fat man, my fat man.

Ms. Towers, get down. Do you hear me? I order you to get down.

Oh, fat man, my fat man.

Get down! Every one of you. That is a direct order. Do you hear me?

Oh, fat man, my fat man.

Oh, fat man, my fat man.

Oh… (speaking gibberish)

Thank you all. Thank you.

As someone who doesn’t remember movies, I’ve never seen such an original display of faith in a colleague. Peter, you’re rehired.


(sighs) Griffin, I guess I’ve learned that employees are willing to endure a crappy job, low pay, meaningless work, no upward mobility, laughable benefits packages, countless OSHA violations, exposure to hazardous waste and emotional abuse as long as there are balloons and pieces of cake once a month. I guess I can allow that.


And I’ve learned that every office needs a worst employee that all the other employees can look down on.

I can be that. I can be that guy. Now, if you’ll excuse me.

Hey-hey, Francesca Louise Allessandro! Good news. I found your Instagram. Did you see the 90 photos I liked in a row last night at 2:00 a.m.? Also, who’s @BeckyFitness96, and can you tell her to unblock me?

Well, Peter, I’m glad you got your job back.

Me, too, Lois, but I am gonna miss getting to perform every week.

You don’t need to be in charge of birthdays to perform.

You know, you’re right, Chris.

♪ June is bustin’ out all over ♪

♪ It’s birthdays and na-na-na-na-na ♪

♪ And a zabba… ♪

(doorbell rings)

(Peter continues singing gibberish)

(audience cheers and applauds)

Oh, my! Tony Award-winning performer Leslie Uggams? What are you doing here?

I heard you were singing my song, but I think you got the words wrong.

It isn’t “hana-wanna-dada-baba.” It’s “da-zalway-da-da-zee-za.”

Oh, oh, okay. And then is it, uh, something about Nash Bridges?

No, it’s “all the little bit of dridges.”

Ah, “little bit of dridges,” of course.

(laughs) Now you got it! Come on!

(lively orchestra music playing)

♪ June is bustin’ out all over ♪

♪ All over the meadow and the hill ♪

♪ And da-zalway-da-da-zee-za ♪

♪ All the little bit of dridges ♪

♪ And the morning glories and the fez ♪

♪ Because it’s June ♪

♪ June, June, June ♪

♪ Bustin’ out, it’s June, June ♪

♪ June! ♪

(song ends)

Bravo! That’s from the 1945 Rodgers and Hammerstein musical Carousel, about carousel barker Billy Bigelow, whose romance with mill worker Julie Jordan comes at the price of both their jobs. If you want to know more about it, ask your grandfather, who was dragged to see it on a date and then had to get married to touch boob.


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