Oh, man. Grocery shopping. Boring! Whoa, hey! Detecting a foxy mama on my radar. Beep, beep, beep, beep! There's one! Quagmire, this is it! Blonde with triple D's in the frozen food aisle. Time to score! Giggity, giggity, giggity! Hey, there. Nice rump roast. Excuse me? In your basket. Love a nice cooked tender rump roast with garlic bread on the side. Oh! Oh, same here. But it's a pork roast. Oh, really? Okay. Pork roast is tasty. Always enjoy some porkin'. Giggity, giggity, goo! You're funny. You know what? I forgot to introduce myself. My name's Glen. My name is Rosemary. Rosemary? Like Rosemary's baby? What? Oh, never mind, never mind. Corny joke. Anyway, what are you up to tonight? Any plans? There's this dance event going on at this nightclub. It's 80s themed. Can't go wrong with the 1980s, right? You know, if you'd like to be my dance partner and maybe grab a **** to eat after, it's my treat, too. What do you say? That sounds like a lot of fun, and I'm flattered you'd ask me. Really, I am. Sadly, I have to say no, though. I'm having a romantic evening with my boyfriend. Wait, what? Oh, no, no. Your boyfriend? No, it's happening again. The rejection! I'm sorry. That's what the last 15 ladies said to me today. It's not supposed to happen. Quagmire never gets rejected. Well, have a nice day now. Bye. Come back! No!