When the world is mine, your death shall be quick and painless.
Stewie Griffin
Family Guy |
Come, ice cream. Come to my mouth. How dare you disobey me!
Stewie Griffin
Family Guy |
Forecast for tomorrow; a few sprinkles of genius with a chance
of doom!
Stewie Griffin
Family Guy |
Stewie Griffin: Lois! Lois! Lois! Lois! Lois! Mom! Mom! Mom!
Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Momma! Momma! Momma! Ma! Ma! Ma! Ma! Mom!
Mom! Mom! Mom! Mommy! Mommy! Momma! Momma! Momma!
Lois Griffin: WHAT!?
Stewie Griffin: Hi. [runs off giggling]
Family Guy |
Damn you all.
Strewie Griffin
Family Guy |
Brian Griffin: You're drunk.
Stewie Griffin: You're sexy.
Family Guy |
Oh I feel so delightfully white trash. Mommy, I want a mullet.
Stewie Griffin
Family Guy |
You. Fetch me my copy of the Wall Street Journal. You two,
fight to the death.
Stewie Griffin
Family Guy |
Hmm, time for dessert. Let's see - big chocolate cake for
Stewie, [holds up a leaf to Chris] and something very tasty
for big, fat you.
Stewie Griffin
Family Guy |
Lois Griffin: What's going on down here?
Stewie Griffin: Oh, we're playing house.
Lois Griffin: That boy's all tied up.
Stewie Griffin: Roman Polanski's house.
Family Guy |