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Thoughts from a Great Mind
Stewie: Easy! Massage the scalp. You're washing a baby's hair, not scrubbing vomit off your Christmas dress, you holiday drunk.
Stewie: What the hell is this? Lois: Sweetie, that's tuna salad. Stewie: Oh, is that what it is? Really? Because I could have sworn it was mayonnaise and cat food Meg: Mom guess what! I made the Flag Girl squad Stewie: Flag Girl? Ummmm, yes good for you... Now you can be somewhere else when the boys don't call! Stewie: Hey, mother, I come bearing a gift. I'll give you a hint. It's in my diaper and it's not a toaster. Meg: Everybody! Guess what I am? Stewie: Hm, the end result of a drunken back-seat grope-fest and a broken prophylactic? Lois: What's going on down here? Stewie: Oh, we're playing house. Lois: That boy's all tied up. Stewie: Roman Polanski's house And, my personal favorite: Stewie: Oh I feel so delightfully white trash. Mommy, I want a mullet. |
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A few more I found....
Stewie: I say, Mother, this hot dog has been on my plate for a full minute and it hasn't yet cut itself. Lois: Honey, I'll be right there. Stewie: Oh, by all means, take your time. Oh, and when you do finally get around to it, I'll be the one covered in flies with a belly that protrudes half-way to bloody Boston! Stewie: I say, Rupert, this paste is quite delicious. It's almost worth the bowel obstruction!!! Stewie: You know, I rather like this God fellow. Very theatrical, you know. Pestilence here, a plague there. Omnipotence ... gotta get me some of that. Stewie: Duck, duck, (slaps Janet on the head) GOOSE! (Janet cries.) Stewie: Oh come on I barely hit you! See this is why people don't respect the WNBA! Lois (to Stewie): Come on sweetie, eat your broccoli. It's good for you! Here comes the airplane! Stewie (to Lois): Damn you, damn the broccoli, and damn the Wright Brothers! |
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Stewie: "Damn you, vile woman! You've impeded my work since the day I escaped from your wretched womb."
[watching a baseball game] Stewie: Why does that man drop his club before he runs? I would bring it with me. Stewie: Come any closer and I'll cut her. [realizes he's holding a tongue depresser] Stewie: I'll give her a series of splinters... that could become infected. Stewie: [To ticket agent] Now look here... [looks at agent's name tag] Stewie: Jo-LENE. I have an army to raise and I must get to Managua at once. I require a window seat and an in-flight Happy Meal. BUT NO PICKLES. OH, GOD HELP YOU IF I FIND PICKLES. |
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