Brian: Like that one time you spent 2 weeks narrating your own life.
(Flashback to Peter and Lois in the kitchen)
Peter: I walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. I grimace at the questionable meal that Lois has cooked for me. Of course I would never tell her I hated her cooking, but somehow I think she knew.
Lois used to be full of energy and life. But as of lately I’ve begun to notice weariness of a long hard life on the beautiful eyes that I once fell in love with.
From the same episode:
Dennis Miller: I don’t mean to go on a rant but Americas foreign policy makes about much sense as Beowulf sleeping with Robert Fulton at the first battle of Antiemn. I mean, when you have a neo-conservative defensitrate fillabuster monosodiumhydronate…
The one where Chris is a paper boy and one of his customers is this sweet voiced old man. Condensed version
Sweet voiced old man: It’s so hot out here why don’t you come down to my celler for a nice grape popsicle?
Chris: No thanks. I’ve got a lot more papers to deliver.
Old Man: OK, well I’ve got your money right here in my pocket if you would just fish it out for me.
Chris: That’s ok, I’ll just collect next week when I get everyone elses.
As Chris rides away
Sweet Voiced Old Man: muffeled Get back here you fat ass.
Peter: I got no idea how to be black … y’know, except for not smiling when I get my picture taken.
Death: Really? You- you think you can do that?
Peter: Oh yeah. First we gotta get you a little fixed up. You know, get you a hair cut, give you a clean AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! shave, maybe some cologne, the chick’ll be all over you.