Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There he goes again with the medals.

Jeez, relax, Mort. You'd think you were God himself.

Naked plastic chicks.

Second of all, Quagmire's a good guy, you know? He's just a little mixed up.

Oh, God. Oh, God. I need some air.

Quagmire got a key to the city. Mort bowled a perfect game.

- That was amazing. - You saved her life.

What the hell's CPR?

Did Peter leave?

We must stop Lex Luthor before he irradiates the world's supply of gold.

Okay, if I make this, we're all gonna get laid.

I don't know, Peter. I'm not sure I can do this.

- Jesus Christ! - What?

You still awake, honey? What the deuce?

I got 130. Do I hear 135? 140? Do I hear...

was charged with peeping in the ladies'room.

Well, because I can't do anything for myself, Brian. I can't drive.

Nothing to worry about, Lois.

But, you know, I was watching and I'm wondering, which one is the funny guy?

Hey, ladies, check out this ride. Yeah.