Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They scored the winning hit right at the buzzer.
has a meltdown at a local comedy club.
I think I'm gonna just stay in tonight.
These guys are going down!
Quagmire and Joe are counting on me.
(gunfire, explosions)
I'm filling in for Peter.
a big bowling victory, what do you normally do here?
Don't you ever leave me again.
Yesterday you were all over me.
Aw, you got tickets? That's sweet.
Nothing. What the hell's wrong with you, Swanny?
You-me, ba-boom, huh?
To be or not to be
Please, you got to do me this favor, Lois.
Oh, that sounds like fun.
(gears grinding)
Yeah, no, th-that's okay.
Hey, I meant to tell you guys.
Over here, Lindsay!
Look at you, you fat, gross Moroccans
Ms. Simon, enough years have gone by
(clanking)
Peter, that might be the worst idea
you guys wouldn't be interested in.
Feels good, doesn't it?
for about a week, then I'd be good as new.
Yeah, I feel bad for him.
if someone could've hit that seven-ten split, right?
MAN: This isn't love, by the way.
Oh, my God, Peter!
No. I cannot get sick right now.