Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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