Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Open up, it's the government.

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

Yeah, big rope.

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.

Sharon, that's the smell of fear.

Wow, they were close.

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

Stewie, where are you going?

Damn peddlers with their reflective collars.

So where is Spewy?

Think about the place where you

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

How'd you figure that out?

It must have all just been a sweet dream.

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

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