Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

some nights around sunset, the screaming black dolphins come out.

Death? What are you doing here? Nobody's dying today.

I love you, too, insane-woman-I'm-having- second-thoughts-about.

Kids, we're free.

I only like you as a friend.

All right, we're done.

Okay. Got to time this just right.

Hey, keep digging.

All right. Fantastic then.

No problem. He's got half an hour of oxygen.

- You know, about the right to bear arms? - Of course it's clear.

about Jim Belushi some 25 laugh-free years ago.

Oh, my God, you blew it up.

Hold it! Stop the funeral. Quagmire's not really dead.

Oh, look out. Champagne.

It's easy, Quagmire. Just tell her to hit the bricks.

What do you guys want?

No, guys. I can't do that. It's degrading to women.

It's a thanks-for-being- such-a-sweetie watermelon.

Giving up breast milk is the hardest thing I've ever had to do.

Hey, Quagmire, is that a banana in your pocket

There you go. There you go.

Hey, James. Mmm-hmm.

I filled this watermelon with chocolate pudding and M-80 firecrackers.

Oh, it's my pleasure. In fact, I got a wedding surprise for you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! What the hell are you doing?

And then a Nazi came!

and my fingers are too thick.

I mean, it's nice to pleasure your acquaintance.

All right, fellas. I think we did it.