HK: We only live to kiss your ass.

B: Kiss it? Why, we'll even wipe it for you.

HK: From here on in it's easy street

P: Any bars on that street?

B: Twenty four happy hours a day!

P: Oh boy!

HK: We'll stop Jehovas at the gate.

B: Can I see that pamphlet sir?

*SLAP*

J: Ow.

P: My God this house is freakin' sweet.



Chef 1: I make brunch... 

Chef 2: Clyde cooks lunch...

Chef 1&2: Each and every day..

Chef 3: Chocolate cake a la blake!

P: Hundred bucks blake is gay...



HK: We'll do the best we can with Meg.

M: Are you saying I'm ugly?

M: It doesn't matter dear you're rich now.



HK: We'll do your nails and rub your feet.

L: Oh that's not necces- ooooh my..



HK: We'll do your homework every night.

C: It's really hard.

B: That's why we've got that Stephen Hawkings guy.

P: My God this house is freakin' sweet..



P: Used to pass lots of gas; Lois ran away. Now we've got 30 rooms..

Hello beans.. good bye spraaaaaaaaaay.



HK: We'd take a bullet just for you.

S: Oh, what a coinicidence, I've got one.

L: Stewie..



HK: Prepare to suck that golden teat..

Now that you're stinking rich, we'll gladly be your bitch..



P: My God this house is

HK&P: freakin' sweet...

HK: Welcome!



M: That's a wrap people. Now let's get the hell outta here.

P: Hey wait a second...where you goin'?

M: The old bag only paid us up for the song.

L: Well we can just pick up after ourselves. After all we'll only be here

on weekends.

P: Uh no Lois, it's time you started livin' like the pieceashmit(piece of shmit)

you are.

L: That's Pewterschmit.

P: Wait, wait, wait you guys, you guys...you're all hired to be full time 

Griffin servants.

L: Peter where are we gonna get the money to pay all these people?

P: Simple...I....uh...sold our house in Quahog.

L: You sold our home?

P: Surprise..

L: Peter, how could you?

P: Whoops...I recognize that tone. Tonight i sleep alone, but still this 

HK&P: house is freeeeeaaaakin' sweet.