Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-(EARL SIGHS) -Maybe, there are things

four hours before she got hurled.

Fran, I'm not letting your mother move into my house

-(GASPS) -And five kisses.

-Don't screw it up! -Yes, sir... No, sir.

Now, she's depending on you to throw her in that nice section of the tar pit

"...will be hurled into the ooze by her loving son-in-law, Earl Sinclair."

Oh, thank you, sweetheart. I had my scales done for the occasion.

Oh! Snatch me bald-headed!

to say what it was like in there?

-by your sudden lack of cruelty. -(DRINK POURING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

all dinosaurs, upon reaching their... (MUTTERS)

-Your Grandpa Louie was such a fisherman. -Ah.

Aren't you worried about what's going to happen to you tomorrow?

How should I know, Fran? Nobody ever died of getting old before.

-(DRAWER OPENING) -So, drink, Sinclair?

Ah, thanks for the great stuff, Grandma.

Yeah, the biggest.

FRAN: I mean, since we're domesticated now,

-(SIGHS) Not for long. -(ROY LAUGHING) Yeah.

You want to sleep on the couch for the rest of your life?

Now, you want to make dinner conversation?

Noah Edward Beleno! Oh, God. My whole name.

I said I'm sorry.

Well, then I guess my life means nothing, Dad.

Uh, Mom, could I talk to you for a second?

You're losing elevation.

Leon! Oh, I’ll throw him.