Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm monitoring Dylan from here on Stewie's baby monitor.
Yeah. Haircut.
Stewie, why are you nude?
Well, didn't you just get a ticket for running a red light?
...where a 767 has been forced to make a crash landing.
I tell you, now that I'm a parent, I can't even watch stories like that.
2 x 2 x 2 x 2 x 3 x 67 = 3216
And I think that you need to go away.
What...? Oh, my God, I don't know what I would do.
Well, I suppose I could look her up. I wonder if she'd even wanna see me.
And it's just waiting to transform your uncut trash-strewn lawn...
Really, Brian? Card tricks? That's gonna close the deal with this woman?
Hey, Dylan? Hey, come on in here for a sec.
Way awesome. I myself drank like 5 liters of beer.
Did you hear that? Now we know what to get him for Christmas.
Oh, Dylan, you got a haircut. Aren't you handsome?
Goodbye Big Fart
You know what? The hell with both of you. I'm out of here.
From now on, I plan on being a real father to Dylan.
Watch this. Hey, Brian. What would you do if Dylan fell out a window?
You suck donkey ass
...that isn't funny or memorable.
Gee whiz.
I don't know, Brian. Don't you think you have a responsibility to your son?
- All right. You ready for school? - Yeah. Hey, can I drive today?
Are you tired of deadlocking on the lock screen? Well wait no further!
You know what else is rewarding? Shutting your vag.
Was somebody looking for a son with a bright new path to adulthood...
"To Brian, from Tracy. He's your problem now.
You know, I just finally figured it out.