Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

God, of course, and um... who else?
He's not the kind of person I want hangin' around our family.
In Soviet Russia, car drives you.
A semi-automatic bunny or a hand-held bunny.
We were more interested in that car over there.
Here it is.
No, but just in case... Look at this, you freakin' aliens!
It's still there. I'm parting it on the side.
This is my wife, Lois. Ah!
Willy Loman never made a lot of money,
if it's anything with Greg Kinnear, you can just whack me off right now.
- David Schwimmer? - Yeah. Hey.
Not... not mobbed as in... you guys.
- Let me handle this. - Peter, I thought we were a team.
I didn't listen to what my wife had to say and now she's as good as dead.
-say that again. - the ai subscription was a steal.
Lois, can you go down to the basement and do somethin' really loud and complicated
- Yeah, just a second, honey. - And, look, there's no engine.
Peter, I'm exhausted. I've been in and outta taxis all day.
Lucky there's a family guy
And best of all, nobody important got hurt.
Look, I love my wife more than anything in the world.
Are you-please, God - Big Fat Paulie?