Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Hi, Dylan. - All this stuff in here is mine now.
I can't believe I agreed to four costume changes.
Just a little something I do once a week around here...
I don't know, Brian. Raising a child is a very rewarding experience.
No. No, I'm not gonna put myself on the line.
You know, my son's birthday party is next weekend.
So, Dylan, um...
We just want the old you back. That's all.
Besides, it's not like Tracy ever asked for my help.
Our relationship will do fine on that basis.
And I think I'll miss you most of all, Scarecrow.
I just woke up from a nap, and I feel drafty.
One third of his body weight is Owens Corning fiberglass insulation.
If I had a gun, I would kill you all.
- But I don't. - God, I am so sick of this crap.
I love magicians.
- Goodbye, Tin Man. - Goodbye, Dorothy.
Oh, thanks, man. That launched my career.
I'm gonna make you into a better person, starting first thing tomorrow.
Can't be my pointy teeth because those are all the way up here.
- But that makes her feel useful. - I'm gonna fix him.
Goodbye, Dad.
- Knock on wood, knock on wood. - Look, Brian, there's a difference...
Yeah, a weird comment in front of all of us.
- Right, champ? - You said it, Dad.
I have a pet hedgehog named Zippy...
I'll let you in on a little secret.
- It's Wednesday. - Up yours.
They took her to be, uh, slightly cold, unapproachable, so they put me in there.