Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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