Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I really do.
Mail order bride from Chechnya?
You want a hairdryer?
Oh, shoot.
We're Americans.
It's my gift to me, from me, for being such a good boy this year.
Oh, hey, Carl.
Well, I guess I can go home and look forward to starving to death for Christmas.
I'm hungry.
Come on out of that cage.
I'm not getting roped in all that.
Then I'll see what they're for.
Yes, you will.
No.
Otherwise, no one's going to take me seriously.
It's vibrating.
Oh, you're so hot.
That old fat man better get his ass in gear, because I ain't got nothing under this tree, and I don't want that toy train.
I haven't seen food once since she's shown up.
You see what I'm saying?
Wow, that's so sweet.
Hair?
Why don't you try them on now?