| Contents
| - :[Stewie sees an alternate view of the theme song from before he was born and comments on Lois]
:Stewie: She's camel-toeing the hell out of that leotard.
----
:[Peter is shown using all the outlets for toasters.]
:Peter: Toast house!
----
:Stewie: I'm gonna live-tweet the show and ruin it for everyone in other time zones.
----
:Lois: Oh no, Stewie's havin' a tantrum. Come here, sweetie. [gets bitten] Ow! Screw you, you little turd!
----
:Stewie: [at a lemonade stand] Chris, pour the man his lemonade.
:Chris: [trapped in a pitcher] I can't! The lemonade tricked me and got away.
:Lemonade: [running off] Lemons are God's children!
----
:Lois: Happy birthday, Stewie! And here's your equal attention cake, Peter!
:Peter: Yay! [blows out both cakes' candles]
:Stewie: Oh, come on!
:Peter: Yay, double wishes! [a meteorite lands on Meg] One. [the meteorite splits to reveal a Snickers bar] Two.
----
:Stewie: All right Rupert, time to break up Lois and The Fat Man before they can conceive me by pressing butts together. Well you don't know either!
----
:Stewie: That's right. Stewie Long Legs just blew your mind.
----
:Chris: It took three years, but I am finally through all that porn.
----
:Meg: Great. The string broke again. [opens the bathroom door and sees Stewie] Hey, there, tiny hands!
----
:Stewie: Go away! This is why Zillow estimates our house at four dollars!
----
:Peter: Chris, look! Mom's naked!
:Chris: Where?
:Peter: [smacking Chris with his mattress] You creep. [Chris crashes into and breaks the TV]
:Stewie: No!
:Lois: Peter, what's going on in...
:Peter: [smacking Lois with his mattress] Unga bunga!
----
:Brian: Stewie, just watch your show upstairs.
:Stewie: I don't want to watch it upstairs on the small TV, I want to watch it downstairs on the big TV. [his face turns red as he starts crying] I want to watch my show!
----
:Lois: I don't appreciate how you spray-painted "vile woman" on the bedroom wall!
:Peter: That wasn't me! Must've been one of the kids!
:Lois: That's ridiculous, Peter! Chris can't write, and we don't allow Meg upstairs!
:[cut to Meg in the basement clawing at the door]
:Peter: You know something? I'm starting to think whoever wrote that is right!
----
:Nigel: Sir, it's 6 P.M., and you're still in your 5:45 tuxedo.
:Stewie: Nigel, yesterday I saw you smile. Is that something I need to bring up with my father?
:Nigel: I was just imagining my own death, sir.
|
![[RDF Data]](/fct/images/sw-rdf-blue.png)