Chris vs. Donald - Get a Life [S01E13]

It's like a 1960 Democratic Convention.

You're a girl.

Fine.

Fred, using gasoline to start the barbecue could cause toxic vapor to seep into the food.

There you go.

I need a volunteer to help Aunt Shirley pile food on her plate.

This little ode to Billy Joe crap is a real crowd pleaser.

Wait, can you beat that?

I dropped my hot dog.

Just call me Mr. Crisis Intervention.

Just in case he didn't get the newsflash, I'm better than you.

For Chris, I have this stick I found laying on the ground over there.

Oh, he's just taking a nap.

Donald, Donald, Donald!

Blood's thicker than the mud, it's a family... Brad, Aunt Louise, would you care for a Swiss vanilla boo-boo?

Hell, boy, that's just saltwater taffy.

I'll make you drive her home later.

That's your style, isn't it?

I don't know, but I hope he gets here soon.

Well, my daddy keeps mine in a safe deposit box down at the bank.

I hate Donald.

Do you know, I heard he wants six o'clock radio with just a butter knife and Elmer's glue.

I heard that Donald's melon stand is doing so good, he's adding another nine feet to celebrate.

Oh, I gotta hand it to you, Fred.

Don't jump, Donald!