Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Kitchen, living room, bedroom, we could set up a little nursery.
We should take the Lewis and Clark Trail.
He likes bird sounds.
Hey, Bruce, get the fuck out of the line, you cutter.
except for a linty car French fry.
- What? No, that's not... - We're the same.
- What are you gonna do? - I don't know.
- You gonna listen to me now? - Yes.
Destroyed because...
they're gonna wanna take a picture of the big winner for The Chronicle.
Right, you can't talk still.
Forty-nine... Sorry, folks, ride's closing.
Right.
Okay? It's just fun.
Change your shirts and your underwear.
I just need you to scribble down your John Hancocks, right here.
Shane. Get over yourself. No one cares.
- Who? - Exactly.
It spins, it whirls, it's a hee-haw fire-cracking whirligig!
To quote Bill Maher, new rules.
That Mom likes me better now.
And even if you are "like me," you're still a boy.
No one's chasing you.
Like us, like everybody.
We should. Your dad would have liked that.
You need to keep your hat on at all times.
And David Bowie music was pumped into the headrest.
They see me as a kindred spiritltaller version of themselves.