Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't care if I live or if I die or if I get really, really fat.

So where is Spewy?

Sharon, that's the smell of fear.

I must now face the cruel reality that man is alone in the universe.

Open up, it's the government.

Oh, well, I guess it's okay, as long as you promise to send us the leftovers.

Wow, they were close.

But will you just excuse me for a moment because I have to go in the kitchen and make a private and totally unrelated phone call.

Maybe they want to chop us up and put us into jars of formaldehyde and then keep us in separate cabinets so we never, ever, ever see each other again.

Damn peddlers with their reflective collars.

How'd you figure that out?

Think about the place where you

It must have all just been a sweet dream.

I pulled him out of the wreckage myself, as if that weren't obvious from the many love nips on my face.

Yeah, big rope.

Yeah, I got that little space monkey you're looking for.

Stewie, where are you going?