Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Change of schedule, Ethyl. We're taking off early.
Now do you see why old dinosaurs go into the tar?
Earl, it's supposed to be a solemn and holy day.
-Yeah, get your foot off the brake. -Oh, shut up.
There she goes!
Ethyl! I'm throwing her.
"Love, Robbie Sinclair."
Hurling Day.
And tell him to stop asking such aggressive questions.
could you make it that guys also get to hurl their mother-in-laws?
"Marriages, Births, Dismemberments, Large bites, Hurlings."
-(EARL CHUCKLES) -Earl, this is Mother's big day.
Not the Brain! , Not the Brain!
-Yep. -SID: Hey, Earl!
-is there life after that? -For me, there is.
But, has anybody ever climbed back out of the tar pit,
Only if it's fattening.
this afternoon on Mr. Ugh.
Everything's hungry.
(MUTTERS)
we could learn from her.
I'm throwing her. I married you so I could throw her.
ETHYL: Robert, stop this. It's dangerous out this early in the morning.
she has to live in a cold, drafty hole in the wrong side
(MOCKINGLY) Ethyl! (CHUCKLES).
Hey, hey, look at this. Roy, Roy, look. Hey, buddy, take a look at these beauties.
Ethyl?
And this day shall be known as...
(ALL LAUGH)
those who knew me will lift a glass and say,
But tradition gives us one great equalizer...
-it's really a barbaric ritual, Dad. -It's not barbaric! It's holy and solemn.
Maybe, it's better to keep them than throw them away.
Today, I, your eldest elder, am...
and today is, surprise, still a tree pusher.
She's only old because she's lived a long time.
-Okay, I'm ready. -No, you're not, Grandma.
I won't, Woodrow.
You and I have had a lot of tough times, Earl.
-(DOORBELL RINGS) -FRAN: Earl, Mother's here.
uh, here.