OLD MAN: We got plenty of room here and all the fresh apples you can eat.
LOIS GRIFFIN: Oh, Peter! We found a new home!
PETER GRIFFIN: What are you talking about? We're going to Natick!
MEG GRIFFIN: For what? A Twinkee factory that might not even exist anymore?
BRIAN: She's right. Besides, this place is paradise.
OLD MAN: Sure is, except for Randy Newman.
PETER GRIFFIN: Randy Newman?
OLD MAN: Yep, just sits there all night and day singing about what he sees.
RANDY NEWMAN: [Playing piano]
Fat man with his kids and dog
drove in through the morning fog
Hey there, Rover, come on over
LOIS GRIFFIN: Well, it's nice to have music while we eat.
RANDY NEWMAN: [Playing piano]
Red-headed lady, reaching for an apple
Gonna take a bite, nope, nope
She's gonna breathe on it first
wipes it on her blouse
She takes a bite, chews it once
twice, three times, four times, stops
Saliva workin', takes a long hard look at Randy…
Five times, fat old husband walking over
LOIS GRIFFIN: Let's get the hell out of here.
RANDY NEWMAN: Yeah, they're walking down the road
Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot, left-

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