Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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