Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, blah, blah, blah, that's all well and good, Peter.
Oh, right.
- Peter, are you lying? - Oh, now she's a doctor, guys.
I'll trade you my shirt for a grilled cheese.
Oh, right.
You couldn't get Jillian to take you back and she was dumber than Lou Ferrigno.
Oh, my God, Brian, no!
I mean, you've spent time watching children, right?
My parents are not gonna like this, Peter.
Can't you just watch the kids?
The overprivileged drunk ones, not the socially responsible dead ones.
- Y'all know what day it is? No.
...I have no idea how long you've been gone and I...
So I convinced this minister to do the job, but the joke's on Nathan...
A little music, some candlelight.
...I don't know what to do with myself.
- Hello? Hey, Brian, it's me.
"She was Grace, in name and in essence.
But there's something you deserve to know.
Let me just go change out of this fishing gear.
Oh, this? This is Hartz Mountain Flea Dip.
Don't come near me I will eat you
Brian, I think you'd better go.
Come on, Peter, we're gonna be late for lunch with Mom and Dad.
Oh, my God. What the hell is wrong with you?
...I should tell you that that vagina is ground zero, man.
No, I showered earlier. It could be Merrill.
I can't help but feel a little betrayed, Brian.
- Ah, this is so wonderfully peaceful. - Yeah, it really is another world out here.
That's an understatement, Brian. He's been incredibly thoughtless lately.
And if he'll say, "My darling I'm yours" I'll throw away
- Wow, congratulations, Brian. - Meg, please, I'm talking.