Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And... And I do not wanna have this conversation in front of my son.
Shh. Shh. Shh. It's okay. It's okay.
- No, go away. - Can I please come in?
I don't care I'm you father, you don't care you're my son.
Money from terrible films I put out into the American populace...
Hmm. Don't let me catch you.
- Jesus. - It's been like this all week.
Really glad I risked my life and everything.
Fat woman tending to her garden in big polka-dotted bloomers.
No, no. Tracy can't do this. She can't leave him here.
- What happened to your face? - I'm a kitty cat.
Tracy wants Dylan back. Don't you want Dylan back, Tracy?
You said we were going to The Price Is Right.
Your pot?
Brian, this is painful.
You're one of the worst actors in the history of film.
Oh, it was awful. That kid was a complete thug.
- Can I go out through here? - Just be back by bedtime.
- There we are. - That's it.
...you do not understand. Okay?
- Danny Zuko. - Oh, come on.
You wouldn't believe what he did to Meg yesterday.
Achoo. Quiet. Keep it down up there.
...so I just wanna get this off my chest.
- How long have you been doing magic? - Oh, long time.
...almost long enough to sound American.
Hey there, everybody.
Tired of deadlocking on the lock screen? Well wait no further!
Don't. Just don't...
I've wanted you to meet Dylan for a long time, Brian.
Oh, no. No, no, no, Quagmire, no. No, you do not understand.
I'm monitoring Dylan from here on Stewie's baby monitor.
Yeah, you're five minutes from gone, and you leave with that?
Hey, everybody. Look who's back to pick up her son.
- Brian, I promise you, it's fine. - Lois, Lois, Lois.
- Shouldn't you be in school? - I don't know.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God. I don't even wanna think about that.
- You have juice and I wanna sit in it. - Shoo, get lost.
- Hey, Dylan. Have a great day at school. - Thanks, Dad.