Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're saying I must return to face this man in white myself. So be it.
What? She's gonna miss Stewie's birthday.
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Today he comes for me, but tomorrow it could be you or you!
Okay. Are you a confused adolescent desperately seeking acceptance...
I thought we were gonna rumble with those greasy Sharks.
You want to go throw up?
Hands off, fatty!
No problem. I cannot wait to taste this cake.
I know. It's just that I really like that guy over there.
You're getting warmer.
Hi, Mom. Bye, Mom.
Meg, there you are.
"Lucky there's a family guy
Thanks, Daddy.
Somebody's got to die with me.
Pigs, Chris. We're getting pigs for Stewie's petting zoo.
We got animals. We got clowns.
Them boys rassled for a full five minutes before the manager stepped in.
Well, you're the number-one husband, too.
There were only two left.
Then maybe I'll just take my business elsewhere.
These are always classic.
"It seemed my prison cell was getting smaller and smaller.
"I alone had reached the target objective, thanks to the intrepidity...
I'm looking for a guy to entertain the kids at my son's birthday.
Who said that?
Mr. Griffin, can we come to Stewie's party, too?
- Give it! - Come on!
Jeez, look at the time! Come on.
This is Meg, wise one. Can she come with us?
I have 13 tickets now. Is that enough?
- Come on, Chris. We're leaving. - No, you're not!
Good luck filling our spot by this Saturday.
Wow, it's so obvious.
Day 171. I've sprouted another finger, counting the one from yesterday.
No. It's a map of Europe.