Peter: 'Well, I got the results of your ultrasound and I got some news for ya.'
Pregnant Woman: 'Wait, wait, wait, we don't wanna if it's a boy or a girl.'
Peter: 'Oh, okay. Well, IT's not breathing.'
Lois: 'You're drunk again!'
Peter: 'No, I'm just exhausted 'cause I've been up all night drinking.'
Lois: 'Oh, my God! You can only play the piano when you're drunk!'
Peter: 'That's not true! I can also vomit, fall down and make dirty calls to your sister when I'm drunk!'
My God, it's finally happened. He's become so massive he's collapsed into himself like a neutron star.0
You're the worst thing to happen to musical theater since Andrew Lloyd Webber.0
Chris, this is a big day for you. Today you become the man of the house, because when we get home, your mother is going to kill me.0
Brian: 'Hey Stewie, how do ya not know about trick-or-treating?!'
Stewie: 'How do YOU not know that your reflection on your mirror is not another dog?'
I've got an idea. An idea so smart that my head would explode, if I even began to know what I'm talking about.0
Lois: 'Why should I get my tubes tied? You should get a vasectomy!'
Peter: 'First, I don't know what that is. And two, no freakin' way.'
Lois: 'I think I'm pregnant.'
Peter: 'Oh, are you sure it's yours?'
Lois, men aren't fat. Only fat women are fat.0
Boy, fat sex is the best sex we've ever had! Last night there were so many boobs I didn't know who's boobs I was grabbin'.0
Peter: 'I hope you're not pregnant, we can't afford another kid. We already got Chris, Stewie, Richie, Joanie, Greg, Marsha, Bobby, Jan, Mike Seaver, Carol Seaver, Boner, Urkel, Mr. Furley...'
Brian: 'Peter those aren't your kids. That's the Nick-At-Night lineup.'
Peter: '...Blanka, Zangief, Chun-Li, Guile, E. Honda...'
Brian: 'That's Street Fighters!'
Peter: '...red, blue, green...'
Brian: 'Those are colors!'
Lois: 'You've never even had a boyfriend more than a few weeks.'
Meg: 'I have two, remember when I dated the Count?'
Count Count: 'One nipple. Two nipples. Three nip- oh, hell no! I'm outta here!'