Peter: Oh my god, Brian, there's a message in my Alphabits. It says, 'Oooooo.'
Brian: Peter, those are Cheerios.
Peter: Excuse me, is your refrigerator running?
Because if it is, it probably runs like you - very homosexually
Chris: Dad, what's the blow-hole for?
Peter: I'll tell you what it's not for, son. And when I do, you'll understand
why I can never go back to Sea World.
Vacuum repairman: There you go, all fixed. Turns out a half-eaten meatball
was clogging up the intake.
Peter: Oh. Well, did you save it?
Vacuum repairman: Uh, no.
Peter: You bastard.
Peter: I got an idea, an idea so smart my head would explode if I even began
to know what I was talking about.
Peter: Lois, you've got a sick mind!
Lois: Peter, I'm talking about making love.
Peter: Oh, I thought you wanted us to murder the children and harvest their
organs for beer money.
