Peter Griffin Quotes
Lois: Peter, you left the flap open!
Peter: It's like a thousand degrees in here, Lois!
Lois: Close the tent now, it's freezing!
Peter: Headline: "Woman Cold."
Peter: Guys, be sure to look down the whole time. It's really deep and freaky and disoritenting! [falls] It's okay, there'a huge pile of dead bodies down here that cushioned my fall.
Lois: Do any of them seem like they have any extra tampons in their backpack?
Peter Uh, no.
Lois: No like you checked and there aren't any no, or no you're just assuming?
Peter: I'm embarassed.
Peter: Truth is, I don't know nothing about this place. I don't even know why it's called Nepal. [Cutaway]
God: These mountains look like nipples.
Jesus: Well you can't just call a country Nipples.
God: How about, "Nepal?"
Jesus: Ooh, I like that.
God: Shocker, God gets it right.
Ross Fishman: No family is closer than ours. That's why we love taking trips together. Here we are in Machu Picchu.
Peter: Is that the topless place in South Attleboro? I spat on a chick there at a work retreat.
Ah, cold car ride through a dark suburban night. Look out the window and think of death, kids. It's a-comin'.
Lois: Peter, will you stop being so jealous? I dated Ross 20 years ago.
Peter: That's right, that means he had you first, Lois. I'll always be Scottie Pippen to his Michael Jordan.
If he's such a bad guy, why's he on a magazine?
I tell you, this obituary came out great. "Carter Pewterschmidt died today of the disease cancer. In lieu of flowers, please send carnival rides to Peter Griffin at 31 Spooner Street." If we get just one ride out of this, it will have been a success.
Quagmire: Baldness is for women's crotches, not men's heads.
Peter: There ya go, that's pretty gross.
Peter: Listen, Quagmire. We hate you now.
Joe: Yeah, you used to be fun.
Peter: Yeah, now you're always either preparing for a colonoscopy or just coming back from a colonoscopy.
Quagmire: Hey slow down, drive like hell, you'll get there!
Peter: Quagmire, what the hell are you doing?
Quagmire: I'm letting all these hot rodders know this is a neighborhood, not a speedway track!
Come on, it's not so bad. You could always kill yourself.