数秒でスタジオ品質のStewie音声を作成

Oh my God, would you look at that ridiculous excuse for interior design? Who puts a Mediterranean theme in a New England colonial? It's like watching a dolphin trying to ride a bicycle. And don't even get me started on those curtains.

Oh, Rupert, these quantum physics equations are simply fascinating, but Mother keeps insisting I join that dreadful playgroup. I mean, really? As if I have time for such pedestrian activities when I'm this close to understanding string theory. *sigh* I suppose we'll have to postpone our plans for world domination.

Three major signs your metabolism is slowing down. Number one, you're always tired no matter how much you sleep. Number two, you can't lose weight like before. Number three, your energy crashes every afternoon. These are serious warning signs you can't ignore.

你们好啊，我是Stewie。

¡Mira qué patético! 3:20 de la mañana y aquí estoy, escondido detrás de los arbustos con mis binoculares. ¿Crees que no veo esas sombras en tu ventana? ¡Ja! Algún día entenderás que solo yo te merezco, estúpida.

Oh dear God, Rupert, here's how it's gonna go down. These neighborhood children have been playing their wretched music at 3 AM, so we'll need to orchestrate an elaborate scheme involving three rubber bands, a paper clip, and perhaps some light psychological warfare.

Brian, Brian, you simply must see what I've done with the kitchen. I've converted it into a fully operational NASA command center. The microwave is Mission Control, the refrigerator is the rocket, and oh dear God, Mother's coming! Quick, help me hide these classified documents!

Oh, look at me, attempting to recreate Mozart's Fifth Symphony using nothing but armpit sounds. *makes noises* Hmm, not quite hitting those high notes. Perhaps I should stick to my interpretive dance of the morning news. *dramatic pause* Well, that was thoroughly mortifying.