Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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.

Open up, it's the government.

Damn peddlers with their reflective collars.

It must have all just been a sweet dream.

Wow, they were close.

Sharon, that's the smell of fear.

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

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

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

Stewie, where are you going?

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

So where is Spewy?

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.

How'd you figure that out?

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

Think about the place where you

Yeah, big rope.