Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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