Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Come on, Chris. We're leaving. - No, you're not!
I have 13 tickets now. Is that enough?
"It seemed my prison cell was getting smaller and smaller.
What? She's gonna miss Stewie's birthday.
Mr. Griffin, can we come to Stewie's party, too?
Okay. Are you a confused adolescent desperately seeking acceptance...
We got animals. We got clowns.
You want to go throw up?
I thought we were gonna rumble with those greasy Sharks.
- Give it! - Come on!
"Lucky there's a family guy
No problem. I cannot wait to taste this cake.
Well, you're the number-one husband, too.
There were only two left.
"I alone had reached the target objective, thanks to the intrepidity...
No. It's a map of Europe.
Wow, it's so obvious.
These are always classic.
You're getting warmer.
Meg, there you are.
Hi, Mom. Bye, Mom.
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Jeez, look at the time! Come on.
I'm looking for a guy to entertain the kids at my son's birthday.
Good luck filling our spot by this Saturday.
Thanks, Daddy.
Then maybe I'll just take my business elsewhere.
Them boys rassled for a full five minutes before the manager stepped in.
You're saying I must return to face this man in white myself. So be it.
I know. It's just that I really like that guy over there.
Who said that?
This is Meg, wise one. Can she come with us?
Somebody's got to die with me.
Today he comes for me, but tomorrow it could be you or you!
Pigs, Chris. We're getting pigs for Stewie's petting zoo.
Day 171. I've sprouted another finger, counting the one from yesterday.
Hands off, fatty!