Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I was talkin' to Big Fat Paulie the other day and one thing led to another, and...
Peter, I don't know how to explain it any clearer than that.
A semi-automatic bunny or a hand-held bunny.
- Do you mind? - As a matter of fact, I do, you crazy broad.
- Oh. - I'm sorry.
Oh, but you meet such colourful characters in taxis, like Alex Rieger and Tony.
- In Soviet Russia, road forks you. - Boy, is that gettin' old.
- Peter! - Look, don't worry. I got it all worked out.
- I'll be fine. All we have to do is blend in. - No problem.
Aw, jeez. It's not you, it's Lois. She doesn't want me hangin' around with ya.
Why don't you try a breath mint, saucy?
Ever stare at the night sky and wonder if someone might be lookin' back at ya?
Hey, I'm Doug, nice to meet ya. Whoa, have you lost weight?
- How am I funny? - I dunno know. You say funny things.
All because I can't afford to get our new car fixed.
Peter, we really need a second car.
Oh, no, no, Lois. He didn't mean you're crazy like Elizabeth Taylor.
- Bye. - Where you goin'?
No, Lois isn't dead yet.
OK, honey.
Hey, Cleveland, check out my on-board computer navigation system. Standard.