Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...and let him into, um...
...and sell that picture one person at a time.
If I had known having a son could be like this...
Look at all the stuff I put myself through just to get laid.
Well, Brian, a son. How about that?
- What? - What?
- Goodbye, Lion. - Goodbye, Dorothy.
Oh, my God. Peter, look.
But that's only because I've truly connected...
You have to give your kids both roots and wings.
Now, that's a dad talking. That is a dad talking, Quagmire.
Wait a minute. Hang on a second. Who's that?
Your neighbors will chuckle warmly. Motorists will slow down...
Oh, well...
Goodbye, big fart.
Everybody, this handsome, muscular boy is Brian's son, Dylan.
You are just awful.
How about a big round of applause for The Amazing Brian?
All that's left is the psychological screening.
This party's worse than a Mexican funeral.
Look, I know I wasn't there for you, man...
Oh, thanks, man. The truth is, I spend at least 90 percent of my year...
All Right, You Know What? This Isn't Working Out.
You know what? If you don't like it, go on the Internet and complain.
Uh, yeah. It's me.
Well, how many library assistants did they pick?
Tracy Flannigan.
Dazed and Confused was the one thing that was passable. After that...
Crudely painted, not-so-funny plywood cutout folk art.
Fine. I hate it here anyhow. Get out of my way.
You know, Brian, Dylan could have just carpooled with me and the kids.
Oh, who am I kidding? I insisted on it.
...to provide some down-home enthusiasm in this picture. "