Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, Snot.
They're best friends.
Steve said you were hilarious, and that... checks out.
Yell "shotgun" real loud. Yell "shotgun."
Dad never mailed these letters I wrote to Snot!
Dad didn't like him.
STAN: I'm saving it for right before I fall asleep.
We gotta get you into the CIA witness protection program!
What the hell are you doing here?
You think you're okay to drive?
No problem. Here's your 50 bucks, kiddo.
SNOT: Hey, Stan?
You guys are best friends.
(groans)
"Unknown number?"
Get out.
Here, put this wig on.
(rustling)
Now that you mention it,
they're gonna keep making those pictures.
Look at you two. Best case scenario:
So? So...
There's no Capellis?
and he's a 42-year-old man.
What? No way!
Hey, uh... I gotta hit the head.
(loud rock music continues) Snot!
You get him sick, he doesn't get you sick.
They stole the 50 bucks you gave me.
you know.
You mean, have sex with the butter cow!
Oh, is that a letter for Snot? I'll mail it for you.