Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Look, pal, some two-bit community theater production isn't news.
Stop! All wrong! All wrong! God, send me dancers.
Am I… Am I supposed to draw the penis?
Do you want to be the director? Fine! I quit!
Oh, I get it.
"Rose" is fine. Moving on.
I'm sorry, but we open this show in three hours,
I'll take this.
You should be a producer.
Siamese baby? Stewie Griffin does not play bit parts!
I have been expecting you, ANNA. Let me introduce my Siamese children.
-Where does it say that? -In my noodle.
- Yeah, "rose." - "Rose" is good!
And one, two, three.
I haven't had sex in four years.
Me first! Mr. Weed said whoever comes up with the best idea...
I'm sorry, but we open this show in three hours,
Oh. Well, they did an all-you-people version of Hello, Dolly that was very successful.
A.N.N.A. rules
No calls.
Do you want to be the director? Fine! I quit!
-Hey, look at this. -What?
I took this job because I wanted to create something beautiful,
Someone radiant and sassy...
-You ever acted before, honey? -Well, I did an independent film in college.
No calls.
I don’t know what to say, except, “I’m the king of the…”
This is, uh, just a formality, since I happen to be doing the director.
I think Lois is saying that...
Jeez, full house.
Jeez, full house.
And what is it you want to patent, Tell Smith?
Pasta's fine moving on
...is exactly what you've turned my show into.
Thank you, Peter, that's enough.
"Oh, Mrs. Anna, the king needs you. You must go to him."
Perhaps I'll skip the stage and go directly to films!
...my choreographer and I want to thank everyone for auditioning.
A.N.N.A. rules!
It'll be "Peter Griffin presents a Lois Griffin production."
To hell with you!
Yeah, Lois, sorry I took your show away from you...
Uh, thank you, Peter, that's enough.
Am I Supposed To Draw The Penis?
Mr. Weed, distinguished members of the board...
He's got stupid cool hip-hop style, with his little hat and his Doc Martens.
They didn’t have capri pants in the 1860s.