Stan's personal problems
Scene cuts to him and Steve sitting in the living room
Stan: (sitting on the couch with Steve) Do you ever wonder why we had you?
Steve: …no
Stan: Well, you should, because I do. (pause) Often.
Francine: Stan don't tell Steve that, he's going to end up like Charlie Sheen! (Sitting on the other side of Steve watching television)
Roger: (sitting on the recliner drunk) well you know what Charlie Sheen is Awesome he's Beast!
Steve: No Roger that's Chuck Norris.
Roger: No he isn't, Shut up! *throws a empty bottle of beer on the floor and runs out of the room*
Steve: ahhh…. Roger.
Francine: *turning to Stan* I think you need to go see a therapist, I mean you've had a painful childhood and you take it out on your son.
Stan: I don't need no therapist! Therapists are for suckers who cry all day. Haven't you seen that Geico commercial?
Francine: Stan that's a commercial, you can't trust T.V with anything, besides it's for comedy reasons.
Stan: THAT'S FOR COMEDY REASONS, HUH? HUH? *Steve and Francine seem to be frightened as Stan jumps off of the couch* AREN'T WE ALL JUST LIVING FOR COMEDY REASONS! DID WE GIVE BIRTH TO OUR SON FOR COMEDY REASONS!
Steve: *now looking offended* Hey! That's not nice!
Francine *looking offended as well* Yeah Stan, you don't say that too your son!
Stan: WELL WE ARE AREN'T WE, YOU JUST SAID!
Francine: *stands up to argue with Stan* That's a Geico commericial.
Stan: *immediately calmed down* nope
Francine: but-
Stan: nope
Francine: Well you-
Stan: nope
Francine: Stan I don't think
Stan: Don't try to argue with my Francine I'm not in a good mood now Francine-
Francine: But would you just
Stan: Francine, worry about you! I'm trying to teach my son the respectable laws of life, I mean.
Francine: But Stan you
Stan: *pauses* Wait *pauses again* nope
Francine: You know what, Fine! Be that way! You have no pie tonight! *walks out of the room*
Stan: FINE I DON'T WANT ANYMORE F****** PIE! BE THAT WAY
Francine: *from the kitchen* Fine, you're fat enough anyway!
Stan: *in a sarcastic voice* Yeah, Fine. Boo hoo, no pie for me! Maybe I'LL GO SEE A THERAPIST FOR MY PERSONAL PROBLEMS!
Steve: Dad are you okay?
Stan: *leaning over towards steve* YES I'M OKAY THE ONLY BAD THING RIGHT NOW IS YOUR MOTHER WON'T GIVE ME ANY PIE!
Francine: *from the kitchen* You don't deserve any pie!
Stan *looking over towards the kitchen* YOU KNOW VERY WELL I DESERVE PIE! VERY, VERY, WELL!
Francine: *still in the kitchen* No you don't!
Stan: FINE THEN! SO I'M GUESSING YOUR SON DESERVES SOME PIE!
Francine: Yeah, Steve deserves some pie!
Stan: Well you know what, HE'S NOT GONNA GET AN PIE!
Francine: Yes he is!
Stan: NO HE'S NOT!
Francine: WHY NOT!
Steve: *cell phone rings, steve answers his cell* hello
Stan: I WON'T LET HIM HAVE THE PIE!
Francine: HUH? *runs back inside the room*
Steve: *talking on the phone* Yeah, Barry everything's fine, my mom and dad are jus arguing about pie.
Stan: *leaning towards Francine* YOU HEARD ME I WON'T LET HIM!
Francine: *leaning towards Stan* WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?
Steve: *continuing on the phone sighing* No Barry, you can't have the pie
Stan: IN THE NAME OF GOD THAT MONSTER DOESN'T DESERVE PIE!
Steve: *finishing his conversation on the phone* Yeah, I'll see you at the park in 5 minutes… bye *hangs up phone*
Roger: *runs in the room* Are my eyes deceiving me? Did you guys start a conversation without me-
Stan: ROGER THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU!
Roger: Fine *puts his hand on his chest* Leave the alien out my feeling are hurt.
Steve: Yeah guys I'm… uhhh…. Leaving
Stan: Fine leave and don't come back!
*Steve gets off the couch and walks out the door*
Francine: "STTTAAAAANNNN!
*all start arguing at one time*