Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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