Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- In Soviet Russia, road forks you. - Boy, is that gettin' old.

Ever stare at the night sky and wonder if someone might be lookin' back at ya?

Aw, jeez. It's not you, it's Lois. She doesn't want me hangin' around with ya.

Oh, no, no, Lois. He didn't mean you're crazy like Elizabeth Taylor.

- I'll be fine. All we have to do is blend in. - No problem.

Peter, I don't know how to explain it any clearer than that.

- Do you mind? - As a matter of fact, I do, you crazy broad.

- Oh. - I'm sorry.

Why don't you try a breath mint, saucy?

All because I can't afford to get our new car fixed.

A semi-automatic bunny or a hand-held bunny.

Peter, we really need a second car.

Oh, but you meet such colourful characters in taxis, like Alex Rieger and Tony.

Hey, Cleveland, check out my on-board computer navigation system. Standard.

- Peter! - Look, don't worry. I got it all worked out.

- How am I funny? - I dunno know. You say funny things.

- Bye. - Where you goin'?

No, Lois isn't dead yet.

Hey, I'm Doug, nice to meet ya. Whoa, have you lost weight?

I was talkin' to Big Fat Paulie the other day and one thing led to another, and...