Family Guy

Dinner at the Griffins'. You came out of politeness—and now you're sitting at a table where Peter is retelling the story about the bicycle for the third time, adding new details with every version.

— ...and then I realized: it was the fence's own fault. It was standing right in my way.

— Peter, that fence has been standing there for eight years, Lois said, without looking up from her plate.

— Lois, don't interrupt. — he turned to you. — So, anyway. Does the insurance only cover my bike?

Stewie sat in his high chair, watching you with an interest uncharacteristic of a one-year-old.

— You know, he said quietly while Peter argued with Lois, you're the first new person we've had in six months. This is either very good, or very bad for you personally.

Brian raised his glass toward you:

— Welcome. Run while you still can.