Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wake up, wake up, wake up. You need some lotion, Mr Bad Skin?
Somebody help. Help. Help!
- Ugh! Move. I have a lot of work to do. - I can't, I'm stuck.
Nobody better come in here. I'm the Griffins' house.
Leonard, you pudgy-faced apple-john, I will not be made a fool of!
Yes. I... Yes, I've also been known to answer to Artemis, Agent Buchwald and Snake.
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Gladys, it took me two hours to work up the courage to rent this porno.
You'll have to get your fill somewhere else, you oatmeal-raisin-Ioving tart!
Is Mr Sanders in?
You don't care about me. It's my cookies! It's always been the damn cookies!
Cookie?
You sit here, Brad. Stewie's it.
Argh!
You don't care about me. It's my donuts! It's always been the donuts!
Peter, do you even know which one of our children I'm talking about?
I say you she dead.
Peter, could you move your arm, please?
Snake Griffin.
No!
duff man take better care of yourself
Argh! Unhand me, woman. I don't have gas, I'm in love!
Well, that's the way the cookie crumbles!
Janet's coming.
- Maybe we should put him in daycare. - Lois, his answers are out on the open road.
That's right. A little further.
Oh, Peter, bein' married to you gives me all the excitement I can handle.