Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, well, you're a fat bitch.

The monkey goes, "Magack. "

Looks like one's another U-boat.

YEAH WELL YOU ARE AN CUNT IDIOT HAHAHAHAHA!

Oh, it's a dog-eat-dog Reich and I'm wearing bacon pants.

Warsaw? Well, at least we know where we are.

- Unless... - Unless what?

We did it. We're home. Everything's fine.

Brian, I've got an idea. It's a long shot, but it just might work.

Dad, Mr. Goldman never drank his Ensure.

- I don't remember that one. - That one doesn't sound real.

Oh, my God and baby Jesus! We're going down!

All right, on three, we'll make for the closest U-boat.

...and rub dirt in my ass, neck, and all over my antsy nipples.

Yeah. You know, our youngest has been accepted to Northfield Mount Hermon.

RABBl: And so we had him crucified.

Load up the Country Squire and head up to New Hampshire.

- Talk to me, Goose. - Don't call me that.

- Hey, guys. Hitler!

I guess we'll just let you get back to work.

- Why isn't the time machine working? - I'm working on it, Mort, all right?

- He's not really mean at all. - No, he's a nice guy.

IDGAS about you! You know,