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00:22:37
Seth MacFarlan, Alex Borstein, Seth Green
437
It would look smashing in Lois's crapper. I mean "crapier".
Cherrywood was America's first presidential whorehouse!
Our own summerhouse!
Lighten up, toot. It's a party.
If you get tired of being a snob, look us up.
Do you collect objet d'art?
A pox on Quahog!
Face it, Peter. You have a knack for saying the wrong thing.
It better be a stretch horse with leather seats and a chauffeur.
These bluebeards still treat me like scum 'cause I'm not loaded.
The solarium is at the far end of the west wing.
The Pacific Rim economy is still a tad shaky for my taste.
No, because your ancestor were nothing but a bunch of pimps and whores.
More coffee, madam?
We have 10 varieties of single malt scotch and a wine cellar with over 10,000 bottles.
"I make brunch, Clive cooks lunch
We have 10 varieties of single malt scotch and a wine cellar with over 10,000 bottles.
Right baccarat at you.
Madam Pewterschmidt's passing has sadden us all.
It was only after Han was encase in carbonite...
...with a belly that protrude halfway to bloody Boston!
Any woman would love to have that vase adorn her crapier.
So you're saying that Jesus carve his name into this mantle...
Peter, please! I'm sorry. He's stricken with grief.
...by a friend who videotape him having rough sex.
I do. You bastard.
I beg to differ.
...every time the Nikkei undergo a correction!
After Hogan's Heroes, Bob Crane got his skull crush in...
...the magnificently appoint Tuscan villa...
Our beautiful home with the stolen cable...
Honey, this is where you belong. You deserve a big house and nice stuff.
It smell like old milk in there!
Brian, I'm screw.
My lawyer's advise me to keep some of my assets a secret...
This dog's been swim for days, and he stinks like a dead otter.
...the magnificently appointed Tuscan villa...
"Lucky there's a man who'll positively tell you
So, I guess, technically, that makes you available.
Asia's market has nowhere to go but up!
I barely had time to stuff Lois' salmon in my jacket.
Come play with us, Stewie, forever and ever and ever.
Indeed.
"Tonight I sleep alone
Lois, sometimes it's appropriate to swear.
When you do finally get around to it, I'll be the one covered in flies...
Peter, I almost didn't recognize you without a towel on your arm.
We're moving back to Quahog as soon as we can get packed.
...that I'm not good enough for Lois.
...are just plain better than everyone else.
Peter was supposed to meet us here an hour ago.
Come play with us, Stewie, forever and ever and ever.
Lois, you were always my favorite niece.
Peter, it's not really that hard. Let's start with polite conversation.
...the palatial mansion of Marguerite Pewterschmidt.
To tell you the truth, we're all a little uncomfortable being waited on.
Yes. All work and no play makes Stewie a dull boy.
...the Breakers, Rosecliff, and exquisite Cherrywood Manor...
Sure, this house is big, but it's also very intimate.
It's a fabulous vase, Peter, darling.
If I welsh on that debt, I'm gonna prove to everyone...
Those are fake!
I got news for them. I'm as elegant as anyone in this room.
Cherrywood was America's first presidential whorehouse!
Barkeep, it's like the damn Sahara over here!
It better be a stretch horse with leather seats and a chauffeur.
...by a friend who videotaped him having rough sex.
Whoa! Be careful what you wish for, huh, Lois?
Lois, please. I'm just a dog. A stupid dog.
A big, stinking Mexican rat. True story.
You can't be mad at your father for being himself.
Could that be Harriet Tubman's secret underground railroad?