Chris: I'm not attracted to dad.
Meg: No, tell him you don't want to be in the scouts anymore.
Chris: Oh!
Meg: Yipes.
Chris: Dad, the scouts are no fun. I just want to draw. Oh, and...
[kisses Peter]
Peter: Son, I am going to stand up, walk out of this room, and we are never to speak of this again.
[cut to hell]
Satan: We've got a live one. Peter Griffin.
Assistant: No good, sir. It seems he already sold his soul once in 1977 for Bee Gees tickets and then again in 1983 for half a mallomar.
Meg: Is it kitty?
Chris: AHHH. Get out of my head. Get out of my head.
Meg: I don't know... banana?
Chris: Aha, it was kitty!
[flashback]
Dad: We need to chart this planet. Greg, you take my 16 year old daughter out into the woods for the rest of the day. Penny, you stay with me. And Will, you and the robot go out into the uncharted wilderness and take this mincing, boy-hungry pedophile with you.
German Tour Guide: You vill find more on Germany's contributions to ze arts in ze pamphlets ve have provided.
Brian: Yeah, about your pamphlet... uh, I'm not seeing anything about German history between 1939 and 1945. There's just a big gap.
Chris: So, what are you wearing?
[pause]
Chris: Wow. I bet you can see right through that.
Lois: Chris, who are you talking to?
Chris: Grandma.
[flashback]
Stephen King: Now for my 300th novel, a couple... is attacked... by a giant lamp monster.
Editor: You're not even trying anymore are you?

