Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Jerry, Jerry, Jerry.
- The costume doesn't make any sense. - Don't stifle my creativity.
- Whoa, Lois, Lois, this is white bread. - Yeah, so?
He could sleep in Stewie's room. Would you like that, sweetie?
So to get out of here, I just make a left out of the driveway...
That movie gave me an opportunity to take an Airstream across the country...
Got my teacup here. Now all I need is a tea bag.
- Peter, we don't have air conditioning. - Well, that's awful peculiar.
- How about that magician, huh? - Yeah, he's great.
- Achoo. - Quiet. Keep it down up there.
- It wasn't my fault. - You weren't there for me.
Paul and I are so excited to see your act.
Oh, no. Oh, my God. Oh, God. Oh, no, no, no.
Listen, I'll always be grateful to you for turning my life around.
Oh, my God. Brian Griffin, is that you?
- Well, yeah, why not? - You need more than that.
And this is Chris. Chris, this is my son, Dylan.
That's Jared's mom. Her husband died in a wreck.
- Right? - Yes.
Most of this stuff is priced to move, and until it does, it's a fire hazard.
- Hey. Knock-knock. - Who's there?
Oh, God. Oh, my God. Oh, no.
Great parenting.
Just passing through. See anything you like, speak up.
- Oh, this kid. He's only 13. - I know. I was just kidding.
Crudely painted, not-so-funny plywood cutout folk art.
- Am I boring you? - No, it's just... Long day.
Yay! I haven't been in my closet for years.
...okay, but be careful opening the closet...