Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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