Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hello, beans, goodbye, spray
Madam Pewterschmidt's passing has saddened us all.
Peter, you don't have $100 million!
"My God, this house is
When you do finally get around to it, I'll be the one covered in flies...
- Any bars on that street? - 24 happy hours a day.
Kiss it? We'll even wipe it for you.
Your Aunt Marguerite is laughing at me while she's burning in Hell...
I got a girl pregnant. What do I do?
Our first item is a 17th-century gilded vessel.
I don't know, Peter.
Are you saying I'm ugly?
They're real. And, FYI, Lincoln had the jungle fever.
I wish we'd never come here in the first place.
That's not necessary. Oh, my.
Peter, maybe this isn't the place...
Damn it, Peter! Snap out of it!
Five times as big as that guy's steak.
Stewie!
My name is Peter. I'll be your nipples... Towel boy!
What a coincidence. I've got one.
Good game, Mean Joe. You want some of my Coke?
Excuse me, Lord Griffin.
I never should've dropped Joe Green's jersey.
...the Breakers, Rosecliff, and exquisite Cherrywood Manor...
Peter, I almost didn't recognize you without a towel on your arm.
Sure, this house is big, but it's also very intimate.
PETER YOU DON'T HAVE 100 MILLION DOLLARS
"Now that you're stinking rich