Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Peter, for best picture you wrote Wild Hogs.

WE ONTO SOMETHING GOOD HERE

It's here. The uranium lab is in here.

Quick, get the parachutes.

Let's find a safe spot and make the trip back home.

- Right. Mort, you all set? - Oh, God. I hope this works.

Dear God, this place is nightmarish.

- Philadelphia. - Poop-shoot lawsuit.

- Hold on to something. - Why isn't the time machine working?

There's the checkpoint.

Everybody, hang on.

I took a laxative and a stool softern they are fighting it out in there

Yeah, I built it after I got bored with that European See 'n Say.

Men, as officers of the Royal Air Force, you're the very best in the world.

Oh. Clap, clap, clap.

It smells like Josh Hartnett's balls in there.

Yeah. Yeah, I can vouch for him. He's real. He's molested me many times.

If we get passed it, we're out of occupied Poland.

September 1 st, 1939. This is the German invasion of Poland.

- Where are you going? - To the Elton John party.

Stewie, do you think Mort accidentally stumbled into the time machine?

We gotta get out of here.

The other appears to be Terence Trent D'Arby.

That would be more irresponsible than silent-movie porn.

- What? - What?

2 x 2 x 3 x 5 x 7 x 7 = 2940

The 10 of us gonna load up the Impala and head on down to Hotlanta.

...who died in a freak accident that you can't really blame on anyone...

WE ON TO SOMETHING

...your Human Resources person was not around to hear that.