Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay Four of us, now can go to the basement please!
...ay, you can live with us!
Your hands will be shaking while taking this viral depression test.
♪ It seems today that all you s♪e
Hey! Hey! You're back!
STEWIE: (mutters) Fat ankles.
-Meg, give him your pants. -Mom!
Attention, Griffins.
asked to be my friend on Facebook.
-Never even seen one. -You don't have a penis?
cannot be defamed, I call Brian Griffin to the stand.
-while the show is on. -Okay, fair enough.
Yes! I love you, baby.
It sounds like chaos in there.
Thank you so much, Principal Shepherd.
I'm talking about this one.
Seen a ton of those. Seen three of those.
Great job, Chris.
CHRIS: These pants are way too big.
I will now read the entry for Christopher Walken.
He-he put us in detention in our own house?
Peter, are you even listening to me?
The dog is an idiot. The baby wins.
So, I don't know?
Huh, wow, Lois, if he's asking about it, too,
"By Griffin Brian"?
In any case, Principal Shepherd needs to be held accountable
hold a note for far longer than anyone should.
where it's all national so nothing's local anymore.
No, not that book.
Entering a mosque
Sure, more than once I've caught him eating Crisco with a spoon,
The question is, how are we gonna get out?
They're permanent.
-Your sister, when she was born... -Getting colder.
You wrote a whole children's book series about me.