Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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