Character: Peter Griffin

Hey, guys, you really take care of my friend raping children.

I can't believe the law, which I have abused, will turn against me!

- You know, after your song, I hate white people even more.
- Perhaps you could sing six verses?

Well you're not a jerk, once he admitted his mistakes.

Only men know what men want.

- Peter! You're sleeping on the job!
- Oh, no. Just a gnat in your eye and I try to put her down.

- Dad, give me money for dancing classes.
- I'd rather pay you not to dance, Meg.

Your sirens sound like a gay Orgy.

- You're on my land! I will cut you! So painful cut that you will regret that you hurt so much I cut!

- Peter, what the hell? You saved the Turkey, not me! I almost died!
I swear to God, I thought dogs could breathe under water.

What can I sit?!
Oh, that's my rope!
Fu! Why do you need it? Gross!
- Nothing like that! She's awesome! I may or slobbering her, beat her on the floor, pretending it was a snake, or just bite this! R-R-R-R...
- How stupid! [pause] I also want it!

Lois, give me this dance!
- Peter?! What are you doing here?!
I love you, Lois Pewterschmidt, and no Quagmire or another man, a transvestite, a robot or Android, preoccupied with existential problems will not take you from me!

- That'll be five dollars.
- Sorry, I lost my wallet.
But I already cut your hair!
Well, now nothing can be done.

- Peter, can we please just go to another room?! I don't think that you should quarrel in front of children.
- I want to fight in front of kids! The audience give me an emotional charge.