Cách Làm Hoa Cẩm Chướng Bằng Len Phần 4 | Hoa Hanmade

Oh, blasted matriarch! She has failed once again to replenish this frigid box with potations. I shall give her a piece of my mind at once! Goddammit! Now look here, you... Oh my God! Now you shouldn't be frightened, Stewie. What you saw was actually a very beautiful thing. Evidently, madam, you and I differ greatly in our conception of beauty. Because what I just witnessed was ghastlier than a thousand ghouls! Stewie, mummies and daddies like to hug each other that way. In fact, sweetie, that's sort of how you were created. Oh, that is a vile and odious lie! How dare you fill my head with such loathsome propaganda! Get out, you horrid woman, get out! Okay, honey, I'll go get your teddy bear. Oh, good Lord, you saw them together, didn't you? You know the tub where you take your little baths? They've done it there, too. What in the name of our Christian God? You're out of the semicircle! All scouts have to sit in the semicircle! Why? Why? Why? Saunders, tell him why! Because it's rule 142B! Because it's rule 142B! Good job, scout! Now drop and give me 20! Thank you, sir! Ladies, this Saturday at 0800 there will be a soapbox derby as a reward for all your obedience. Mom, Dad, I really like Potsy. Why not, dear? Potsy's a very nice boy. No, Mom, I mean, I really like Potsy. We heard you the first time, son, you have a homosexual attraction to Potsy. You have anything on that remote lower than mute? I got a surprise for you, Chris. Ah, geez, it'll have to wait. This is the one where the Fonz goes, ayy! Ayy! Take that, 1950s society! Okay, let's go. Chris, this is the speed machine that's going to win you the soapbox derby. But, Dad, I was supposed to build it myself. It's a rule. Aw, come on, rules were made to be broken. Here, let me show you the turbo booster. Uh, Dad, what would you say if I told you I didn't want to be in the scouts? I'd say, come again, and then I'd laugh because I said, come. But thank God that's not the case, huh? You're a scout. And you know what that means? That means I love you. Hey, um, Meg? Chris, get out of here. You're not allowed in my room. I thought that was just when you were asleep. What do you want? Meg, I don't want to be in the scouts anymore. I just want to draw. Listen, I was kind of hoping you could tell Dad, but, uh, try and help him with a joke. Tell him yourself. I can't. I don't want to disappoint him again. You remember what happened when he tried to sneak me into the county fair? Uh, one, please. Wait a second, your ass just sneezed. And horses can't talk? No, no, no, no, nothing about this adds up at all. Okay, look, Dad is really easy. All you have to do is sit on his lap, give him a big kiss on the cheek, look him right in the eye, and he's butter. What the hell? Dad, the scouts are no fun, and I don't... Oh, wait a minute. Chris, I am going to stand up, walk out of this room, and we will never speak of this again. No. Speed, I do not think you should be in this race. Ha-ha, the Mach 5 is not ready. Ha-ha. But, Pops, I must be in this race. Ha-ha. Very well, uh-uh, but you know I am not really your father. Ha-ha. Oh. Okay, girls, get ready. Get set. Please, uh, uh, uh, God, I don't ask you for much, but let my boy win this race. Do not go until I wave my flag. I can't stress that enough. I'll wave it once just to show you how it looks. Look out! Griffin is disqualified! Griffin is disqualified! Your boy is out of the scouts. Geez, who died and made you president, Nixon? Look, it's been two years. Your idiot son hasn't earned a single merit badge. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to administer some spankings. Oh, come on, give him a little more time, huh? All right, all right. You've got three days to earn a badge. Three days? That's tomorrow. We've got to get going. Stewie, look what Mommy made for dessert. Ooh, jello. How exotic. I feel like I'm on the deck of a QE2. Uh, me and Chris will take ours to go. We've only got one more night to get that badge. Uh, Dad, maybe we should just give up. I mean, we tried everything. We almost got that one for insect study. Look, Chris, it's a whole family of wasps. My, Margaret, what a subpar ham. Perhaps I can't bake a ham, but what I can cook up is a little grace and civility at the table. Patty, did you know that your mother is a whore? Peter, I think it's great that you and Chris have been spending so much time together, but he's the one who should be earning that badge. Hey, where do you get off telling me how to raise my son? Oh, all right. Okay, we'll try it your way. Honey. Hey, there's my scout. Well, not anymore, Dad. I'm out. They made me turn in my uniform and everything. What? Those bastards. Don't you worry, Chris. I'll get you back in. It's okay, Dad. I'm not really... Hey, hey, hey. Don't take no for an answer, Chris. You're a griffin, and a griffin never knows when to stop. Clear. You... you saved my life, Doctor. Clear. I'm calling that damn troop leader right now. We're going over his head, straight to the U-Scout head office in New York. Pack your bags, you guys. The griffins are hitting the Big Apple. Ha-ha. Did you hear? The griffins are going to New York. Ha-ha. This does not affect us at all. Ha-ha. Ha-ha. I can't believe we're actually going to New York. Uh, Dad, you don't really have to do this. Yes, I do. No boy of mine is going to get booted out of the Scouts. Hmm. What the hell do you think you're doing? Strapping you in, honey, so you don't get hurt. So I don't get hurt. That's the best you can come up with, you dull-witted termagant? I brought your raffi tape. Play wheels on the bus and get the hell out of my sight. Where's Brian? Hey, aren't you coming? Uh, thanks, but no thanks. I've been to New York. It's like Prague sans the whimsy. Will you be okay by yourself? Oh, I think I'll manage. All right, you guys, we're off. Those Scouts are never going to know what hit them. And, uh, neither will that guy. Hey, I'm thinking of a movie. Is it an action movie? No. Uh, is it a musical? No. Uh, is it a comedy?