Chris Griffin Quotes (Page 7)
Peter Griffin: Every guy you see with a big house or a fancy car or a shiny gold tooth is really just saying "Don't look at my penis." But you'll never have to worry about that.
Chris Griffin: Thanks, Dad! You're the best! You know, Dad, I just realized something. Your name's Peter.
Peter Griffin: Yeah. You're right, it is. Hehehehe. Peter.
Chris Griffin: Is Dad mad at me?
Lois Griffin: Oh, of course not, honey. Now, go pick out a box of cereal and meet me at the "10 inches or less" line. I mean items!
Peter Griffin: What are you talkin' about? I'm better than him [Chris] at everything. You name it... sports, video games, even magic tricks.
Chris Griffin: Ha-ha. I got your nose.
Peter Griffin: Oh, yeah? [Peter reaches over and pulls Chris's entire face off his skull, leaving a flat flesh patch behind.] Well, I got your face. Hehehe.
Lois Griffin: Calm down, Chris. It's only a trick.
Peter Griffin [racing Chris]: First one to the marker where that Pakistani girl fell through the ice after coming to the States to get treatment for her severely burned face which she got when the man she refused to marry dumped sulphuric acid on her wins. [race] I win! Yes! In your face! In your face!
Chris Griffin: In my face! In my face!
Peter Griffin: [A zombie hand breaks through the ice and grabs onto his leg] Ahhh! No! Acid girl! It's acid girl! Ahhh!
Peter Griffin: Don't worry, Lois, I'll set 'em straight. Just like I did with Chris.
[cutaway to a Whale Watching Boat, where Peter and Chris look out at the ocean as a whale breaches the surface.]
Chris Griffin: Dad, what's the blowhole for?
Peter Griffin: I'll tell you what it's not for, son. And when I do, you'll understand why I can never go back to Sea World.
Chris Griffin: Can't we eat? I'm so hungry I could ride a horse.
• Vote for this Quote! • July 5th, 2007Chris: I don't think I like feet as much as you do.
Quagmire: Everybody likes feet.
Chris: Hey, dad, look! I covered my back with honey and now the ants are taking me home.
Peter: He does the same thing at home with Velveeta and c**kroaches. If you turn the light on really fast they slam him right into the fridge.
Brian: Ah, the old alma mater. I tell you, there's something magical about Brown.
Chris: Brown is the color of poo. Ha ha ha!
Brian: Yes. Yes it is
Chris: Dad, I tried to go to school but this guy won't let me.
Peter: Oh yeah? Him and what army?
Chris: The U.S. Army.
Peter: Oh, that's a good army.
