Janet: Hi. Cookie?
Stewie: Well, it's Stewie, but... you can call me "cookie" if you like. Yes, I also answer to "Artemis," "Agent Buckwald" and "Snake." Yes, I rather like "Snake." "Snake Griffin."
Li: Stewie, come complete our rainbow.
Stewie: I've got a better idea. Let's go play "swallow the stuff
under the sink."
Stewie: Oh I feel so delightfully
white trash. Mommy, I want a mullet.
Stewie: Yes, I rather like this God fellow. He's very theatrical, you know, a pestilence here, a plague there. Omnipotence. Gotta get me some of that.
Stewie:
Picking up the phone. Hello, operator. Hello... Oh god, that's right you have to punch in the numbers nowadays. Uhhh, I should know this. Oh yes,
dialing number
Stewie: 867-5309, yes that's it. Wait that's not it, damn you Tommy Two-Tone. Huh, only one thing to do 111-1111, Lois? Damn. 111-1112 Lois? DAMN. 111-1113...
Stewie: You. Fetch me my copy of the
Wall Street Journal. You two, fight to the death.
Stewie: Hmm, time for dessert. Let's see - big
chocolate cake for Stewie,
holds up a leaf to Chris
Stewie: and something very tasty for big, fat you.
Stewie: Come any closer and I'll cut her.
realizes he's holding a tongue depresser
Stewie: I'll give her a series of splinters... that could become infected.
Stewie: hitting on some co-eds I must say, the most recent campus sporting event was quite spectacular.
Co-ed: Aw. Are you in a fraternity, little boy?
Stewie: Not yet, but I'm thinking of joining I Felta Thigh.
Stewie: Yay and God said to Abraham, "you will kill your son, Issak", and Abraham said, I can't hear you, you'll have to speak into the microphone." "Oh I'm sorry, Is this better? Check, check, check... Jerry, pull the high end out, I'm still getting some hiss back here."
