Stewie: [comes into kitchen] Hey, it's me. Knock, knock. So, uh you got, uh, you got my money?
Brian: Huh? Oh yeah, I'll pay you soon.
Stewie: Yeah, well, um here's a suggestion. Um, have the money by tomorrow and there won't be any problems.
Brian: Huh?
Stewie: Yeah, 24 hours.
Brian: Why, what-what happens in 24 hours?
Stewie: Huh? I dunno, I'm not psychic, man. I'm just saying it would probably be better for everybody if you had the money tomorrow.
Brian: Uh, yeah, alright, I'll see what I can do.
Stewie: Sweet, sweet, great. Uh, how's everything else going?
Brian: Good.
Stewie: Alright, alright. See you later. Don't forget! [clicks tongue] Nah, you're not gonna forget.

Brian: [coming out of shower, opens door] Stewie? Yh, hey.
Stewie: Hey there. So, uh, it's been 24 hours. Got my money?
Brian: Ah... You know what, just give me till next Friday, I'll have it for you.
Stewie: Oh. Oh, that's funny. I could've sworn I said have it today.
Brian: Yeah, I don't have it, sorry.
Stewie: Oh, well, alright then. [drinks orange juice] Mmm, that's good O.J. [smashes glass on Brian's head]
Brian: Aaargh! Aaarghh!!
Stewie: Yeah, that hurt?
Brian: Aargh!
Stewie: That hurt?
Brian: What the hell?! [continues yelling]
Stewie: Yeah, that don't feel so good, does it? No, huh? [punches Brian] Yeah, that's what happens, man!
Brian: Oh, my God!
Stewie: Yeah, that's what happens. [punches Brian again] Where's my money?! [punches Brian even more] You gonna give me my money? Where's my money, man?! [Brian coughs up blood, Stewie gets towel rack, continiously hits him with it] Where's the money, man?! [Brian screams] Yeah, you like that?! That feel good?! [holds his head in toilet water, Brian starts screaming more and Stewie takes him out of the toilet] Where's the money, man?! Where's my money?! [Brian panting] You got till five o'clock. You hear me?! You got till 5 o'clock!
Brian: You freakin' psychopath!
Stewie: Yeah, clean yourself up. [throws a towel at Brian]