Peter: Well, I'm clearly not the only one who was dissatisfied with his purchase. Whoever bought that baby from you obviously didn't want it.
Quagmire: A baby? I didn't sell a baby.
Peter: Look, there's a note.
Quagmire: (reading) "Glenn, this is your child. Next time, wear a condom, jerk." Oh my God!
Peter: Well, n-now, hang on, Quagmire. T-T-There's no guarantee it's your baby.
Baby: Giggity.
Quagmire: Ohhh... I say that.
—Family Guy, "Quagmire's Baby"
Jack: The fact is, Lady Bracknell, I said I had lost my parents. It would be nearer the truth to say that my parents seem to have lost me. I don’t actually know who I am by birth. I was . . . well, I was found.
Lady Bracknell: Found!
Jack: The late Mr. Thomas Cardew, an old gentleman of a very charitable and kindly disposition, found me, and gave me the name of Worthing, because he happened to have a first-class ticket for Worthing in his pocket at the time. Worthing is a place in Sussex. It is a seaside resort.
Lady Bracknell: Where did the charitable gentleman who had a first-class ticket for this seaside resort find you?
Jack: In a hand-bag.
Lady Bracknell: A hand-bag?
Jack: Yes, Lady Bracknell. I was in a hand-bag—a somewhat large, black leather hand-bag, with handles to it—an ordinary hand-bag in fact.
Lady Bracknell: In what locality did this Mr. James, or Thomas, Cardew come across this ordinary hand-bag?
Jack: In the cloak-room at Victoria Station. It was given to him in mistake for his own.
