Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You... you're kidding!
Keep it cool, Lois.
Anyway, you're free to go.
- Hi. What can I do for you? - Yes, I was wondering,
I hear you, Doctor. So...
"You're great."
It's gonna cost several hundred dollars to repair.
I don't want to go to jail, but I really want to take credit.
Anyway, now I gotta go in front of a judge.
Oh, that's okay. I'll just take the school bus.
Why don't your shelves have any trophies on 'em?
Dad, why don't your checks have any writing on them?
That's right. And there's not even a defense for statutory rape.
Eh, not as weird as his karaoke phase.
Oh, I hear you, Quagmire.
Aah! Meg, I'm injured! Please help me! I smell gas!
My misguided carnal instincts are the result of being raised by a sexual deviant.
I'm concerned about Pax, Maddox, and Shiloh.
They've been raised with 11 languages, and really don't speak any.
you're saying we should give them all faux-hawks?
* Happy Birthday to you *
It is?!
Helping my son is the most Christian thing I could do.
In the pocket. Some gnarlies out there.
I'd rather rot in jail than sit here and listen to all your crap!
Uh... when a mommy and daddy love each other?
* Art, Bob, Chet, Don, Ed, Frank, Gus *
Mr. Quagmire, wait!