Family Guy: Meg Falls in Love with an Amish Boy (Clip) | TBS

Mom, I can't stay here. There's no electricity, no telephones, it's horrible. Excuse me. I assure you, our community is quite pleasant. Perhaps I could show thee around. (amorously): Okay. My name is Eli. My parents run the inn. If there is anything we can do to make your room more plain, do not be afraid to ask. Ah, we'll be all right. A hotel in Amish country can't be any worse than staying in a youth hostel. Hi, I'd like a room. Uh, preferably one where I have to sleep with my bag taped to my

body. We have one where some Italian backpackers have laid out every item of clothing they own on all of the beds. Oh, perfect. Will my bunkmates be constantly talking about me in a foreign language? Yes, they will, sir. Oh, great. Uh, also, I'm going to have some mail delivered here, and I want it to sit in that box for four years. Oh, and what street is the bathroom on? So, what do you do for fun around here? We do chores and we watch other people do chores. Sounds kind of boring. Alas, there

are times when I feel as if there is much of life I am missing. Yeah, it'd be tough having no technology. I don't think I could live without my iPhone. You have an iPhone? Yeah. You've heard of it? Yes, but only because people sometimes search for Amish farms on their iPhones. Here comes one now. Thanks for a fun evening, Eli. And-and thanks for being so nice to me. I think you are the most fascinating girl I have ever met, Meg. Here. I want you to have this. Your iPhone? Yeah. I made you a pla

ylist of songs that I like. Who is this I am hearing? It's Avril Lavigne. Why does she shout at me? I don't know. Most of my music I just get pressured to buy. Thank you for this gift, Meg. Eli! What are you doing with that outsider? Her name is Meg, Father. And I was just showing her our community. You stay away from her. She will try to corrupt you. That is not true, Father. Meg is wonderful. She is an outsider. She does not follow the one true path. You are not to see this girl again. Do you

understand? I forbid it. (dejected sigh) Yes, sir. Now come home at once. And, as for you, I suggest you stay away from my son, you harlot. (sobbing) Hey, there, young one, why so sad? It's just that I really like this boy, but his dad... Oh, look out. (loud smacks) (screaming) Sorry, there. Didn't realize how long it'd been since Ol' Dumper did his business. He'll be done soon enough. (smacking continues) Oh, maybe not. Doesn't sound like pooping, does it? Sounds more like someone dropping sand

wiches off a rooftop. Watch out below, right? Look like Hacky Sacks. You'll be sorry if you kick 'em, though. All righty, well he seems to be all done now. You have a good evening... (smacking resumes) Oh, my goodness. He must have gotten into the chicken feed again. You'd think they'd know it wasn't in their diet, but this is how they find out. You may want to close your mouth.