Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's his company.
¶ but where are those good old-fashioned values ¶
Jot jot jot jot jot jot jot Aw, he dead.
But wait a second!
Yeah, yeah, that's it.
Why, have you done that before? (laughs)
Hello, mrs. Griffin,
How would you like to take a half pound of hamburger
(male narrator reading in german accent):
Well, come down.
Lois, what are you doing here?
Tell 'em I'll be right in.
And now, new lady scream in a box.
He fired all my staff,
Boy, this is fun, huh?
Well, you made it, peter.
What happened to the free-loving quagmire
(sighs happily)
Peter, how are you doing that?
Jose after eating all the food at school
Well, you'll always be a big shot in this family, sweetheart.
Hello, if you're watching this,
I've run that company for 40 years.
I'm gonna go find a scientist.
But, sir, the company's doing fine.
Peter: Get that!
There's no ramp!
How you think my house smell?
Cheese, cheese, cheese!
Zagata, boopada, bopada, ghost dad!
I don't care what mr. Pewterschmidt would have done.
He's in a coma, mrs. Griffin.
Man (on tv): All new this christmas-- remote control cars...
(gasps) yeah!
Good afternoon, gentlemen,
Eaten by sharks while snorkeling...
I don't want to watch it with you.
Death by chocolate. (laughs)
Because I-I threw out food that they still wanted.
Do you know who I am?!
What?!
Oh, my god! What's happening to him?
Sorry I'm late, lois.
Peter, we don't know anything more than you do
(all gasp) what?!
It sounded better the way I said it.
House. Road House That too
You're a big shot.
I grew up! That's what happened!
Dr. House?!
And you have to go cubicle to cubicle inviting people.
You bet. Are you outta your mind?!