Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She got the car.
You see what I'm saying?
Wow.
And I haven't gotten too much pleasing.
All right!
My baby.
Yeah, I may have laid it on a little thick there, but, uh... I think I may have sweet-talked her into coming down here.
What is it?
Get with what program, Culp?
For what?
Santa Claus got barbecue sauce in his drawers.
Introducing the new Mr. and Mrs. Brutowski.
Yeah, co.
Hey, you get right down here and boil me some sausages.
Blow it open, Freylock.
Meanwhile, you can pretend to get up now.
Hey, oh!
It's Bruton and Onalewski.
I split her with Carl, so he's co-owner.
Well, there ain't gonna be no dinner this year.
And if it makes you feel any better, have a Christmas.
Carl, Carl, please.
You know, I could chisel it into rock faster than this.