Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wake up, wake up, wake up. You need some lotion, Mr Bad Skin?

Peter, do you even know which one of our children I'm talking about?

You sit here, Brad. Stewie's it.

Janet's coming.

Nobody better come in here. I'm the Griffins' house.

Well, that's the way the cookie crumbles!

- Maybe we should put him in daycare. - Lois, his answers are out on the open road.

You don't care about me. It's my cookies! It's always been the damn cookies!

I say you she dead.

That's right. A little further.

duff man take better care of yourself

Argh! Unhand me, woman. I don't have gas, I'm in love!

Yes. I... Yes, I've also been known to answer to Artemis, Agent Buchwald and Snake.

You'll have to get your fill somewhere else, you oatmeal-raisin-Ioving tart!

You don't care about me. It's my donuts! It's always been the donuts!

Gladys, it took me two hours to work up the courage to rent this porno.

Oh, Peter, bein' married to you gives me all the excitement I can handle.

Is Mr Sanders in?

- Ugh! Move. I have a lot of work to do. - I can't, I'm stuck.

Somebody help. Help. Help!

Peter, could you move your arm, please?

Leonard, you pudgy-faced apple-john, I will not be made a fool of!