Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Jerry, Jerry, Jerry.
He could sleep in Stewie's room. Would you like that, sweetie?
Crudely painted, not-so-funny plywood cutout folk art.
- Hey. Knock-knock. - Who's there?
Oh, no. Oh, my God. Oh, God. Oh, no, no, no.
...okay, but be careful opening the closet...
Listen, I'll always be grateful to you for turning my life around.
- Whoa, Lois, Lois, this is white bread. - Yeah, so?
Oh, God. Oh, my God. Oh, no.
- Right? - Yes.
- Well, yeah, why not? - You need more than that.
- Oh, this kid. He's only 13. - I know. I was just kidding.
- Peter, we don't have air conditioning. - Well, that's awful peculiar.
Paul and I are so excited to see your act.
Got my teacup here. Now all I need is a tea bag.
So to get out of here, I just make a left out of the driveway...
- Am I boring you? - No, it's just... Long day.
Great parenting.
- It wasn't my fault. - You weren't there for me.
Oh, my God. Brian Griffin, is that you?
That's Jared's mom. Her husband died in a wreck.
That movie gave me an opportunity to take an Airstream across the country...
Just passing through. See anything you like, speak up.
Yay! I haven't been in my closet for years.
- The costume doesn't make any sense. - Don't stifle my creativity.
Most of this stuff is priced to move, and until it does, it's a fire hazard.
And this is Chris. Chris, this is my son, Dylan.
- How about that magician, huh? - Yeah, he's great.
- Achoo. - Quiet. Keep it down up there.