Monday, April 25, 2005
And if you haven't seen the show, you are doing your funny bone a grave injustice.
Behold, Baby Stewie:
Stewie: Cut my eggs.
Butler: [cuts eggs] Your eggs are cut sir.
Stewie: Cut my milk!
Butler: I can’t sir, it’s liquid.
Stewie: Imbecile! Freeze it, then cut it, and if you question me again I’ll put you on diaper detail and I promise I won’t make it easy for you.
Stewie: Soooo Broccoli, mother says you're very good for me. But I'm afraid I'm no good for you.
[watching a baseball game] Stewie: Why does that man drop his club before he runs? I would bring it with me.
Waitress: Here you go, fella. From Flappy himself.
Stewie: I don't care if they...
[Stewie is force-fed a bite of pancakes]
Stewie: Oh... oh these are delectable. Hey, Flappy. Good news. I've decided not to kill you.
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