Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, right.
Oh, my God, Brian, no!
You couldn't get Jillian to take you back and she was dumber than Lou Ferrigno.
Let me just go change out of this fishing gear.
A little music, some candlelight.
My parents are not gonna like this, Peter.
"She was Grace, in name and in essence.
- Hello? Hey, Brian, it's me.
- Ah, this is so wonderfully peaceful. - Yeah, it really is another world out here.
But there's something you deserve to know.
Don't come near me I will eat you
Brian, I think you'd better go.
Oh, my God. What the hell is wrong with you?
So I convinced this minister to do the job, but the joke's on Nathan...
No, I showered earlier. It could be Merrill.
I mean, you've spent time watching children, right?
...I don't know what to do with myself.
...I have no idea how long you've been gone and I...
...I should tell you that that vagina is ground zero, man.
Oh, right.
I'll trade you my shirt for a grilled cheese.
Can't you just watch the kids?
And if he'll say, "My darling I'm yours" I'll throw away
The overprivileged drunk ones, not the socially responsible dead ones.
I can't help but feel a little betrayed, Brian.
- Wow, congratulations, Brian. - Meg, please, I'm talking.
Come on, Peter, we're gonna be late for lunch with Mom and Dad.
- Peter, are you lying? - Oh, now she's a doctor, guys.
That's an understatement, Brian. He's been incredibly thoughtless lately.
- Y'all know what day it is? No.
Yeah, blah, blah, blah, that's all well and good, Peter.
Oh, this? This is Hartz Mountain Flea Dip.