[to Indiana, while watching a Nazi parade and book burning]
Professor Henry Jones: My son, we're pilgrims in an unholy land.
Stewie Griffin, Brian Griffin: [singing] We're off on the road to Rhode Island/We're having the times of our lives
Stewie Griffin: Take it, dog.
Brian Griffin: We're quite a bit of partners just like Velma and Louise/Except you're not six feet tall/
Stewie Griffin: Yes, and your breasts
don't reach your knees.
Brian Griffin: Give it time
Stewie Griffin, Brian Griffin: We're off on the road to Rhode Island/ We're certainly going in style/
Brian Griffin: I'm with an intellectual who craps inside his pants/
Stewie Griffin: How dare you, at least I don't leave urine
stains on all the household plants.
Brian Griffin: Oh, pee jokes.
Stewie Griffin, Brian Griffin: We've traveled a bit and we fooooound/ Like a masocist in Newport/We're Rhode Island bound.
Brian Griffin: Crazy travel conditions huh?
Stewie Griffin: First class and no class.
Brian Griffin: Whoa, careful with that joke. It's an antique.
Stewie Griffin, Brian Griffin: We're off on the road to Rhode Island/We're not going to stop 'till we're theeeere
Brian Griffin: Maybe for a beer. Whatever dangers we may face we'll never fear or cry/
Stewie Griffin: Until
we're syndicated Fox will never let us die, please!
Stewie Griffin, Brian Griffin: We're off on the road to Rhode Island/The home of that old campus swing/
Brian Griffin: We'd like to get some college girls and picnic on the grass/
Stewie Griffin: We'd tell you more but we would have the censors on our
ass.
Brian Griffin: Yikes!
Stewie Griffin, Brian Griffin: We certanly do get around/Like a bunch of renegade pilgrims who were thrown out of Plymouth Colony/We're Rhode Island bound/Or like two groups of college freshmen who were rejected from Harvard and forced to go to Brown/We're Rhode Iiiiislaaaaand bouuuuuuuund.