Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Oh. - I'm sorry.

Ever stare at the night sky and wonder if someone might be lookin' back at ya?

- How am I funny? - I dunno know. You say funny things.

- Bye. - Where you goin'?

Oh, no, no, Lois. He didn't mean you're crazy like Elizabeth Taylor.

A semi-automatic bunny or a hand-held bunny.

All because I can't afford to get our new car fixed.

Aw, jeez. It's not you, it's Lois. She doesn't want me hangin' around with ya.

- I'll be fine. All we have to do is blend in. - No problem.

I was talkin' to Big Fat Paulie the other day and one thing led to another, and...

Why don't you try a breath mint, saucy?

Peter, I don't know how to explain it any clearer than that.

No, Lois isn't dead yet.

Hey, Cleveland, check out my on-board computer navigation system. Standard.

Peter, we really need a second car.

Oh, but you meet such colourful characters in taxis, like Alex Rieger and Tony.

Hey, I'm Doug, nice to meet ya. Whoa, have you lost weight?

- Peter! - Look, don't worry. I got it all worked out.

- In Soviet Russia, road forks you. - Boy, is that gettin' old.

- Do you mind? - As a matter of fact, I do, you crazy broad.