Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know what, I'm gonna just...

out of toilet paper rolls.

Oh, God, do you think Gene touched

the itching, the crazy look in his eye,

We have the right to scratch our butts like every other citizen.

LINDA: You are wonderful. The best three kids I know.

It's probably just her brain thinking she has 'em

KIDS: Yes, it is!

Don't leave me alone with him! I‐I mean, hey, fella.

I love you, Mom, but I'm still pressing charges.

are the idiots, huh? (laughs) Yeah?

♪ No, that's stupid, okay, maybe not ♪

Shh, shh, shh, Dad, we're helping Mom.

Lin, our kids are mean. To me right now.

Does‐does anyone want to trade eyes with me?

And he leans over, picks up my tater tot and says...

- You know, I think I remember how it happened. - Oh, yeah? How?

I must've had a hole in my shorts.

- Tina! - Oh, too much? Sorry.

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

And it really hurt.

Maybe they needed to poop, Dad! I don't know!

- Bosoms. - Also, we're not babies anymore.

He'll just, uh, he'll look like he's excited.

‐(grunts) ‐Uh, here.

I just want to give you... culture!

all over the back of his neck?

You don't want to be the one weirdo in the family

It's Gene, Dad.

Why? W‐W‐W‐Why? Why? Why are you saying that?

Eneg your grounded for 65000000000000000000000000000000000000 years No TV no fortnite no Minecraft no South Park

and run out the front door.

And before I know it, I've popped it into my mouth.

Maybe we can bring that up and rebuild the hamster slide,

Modern Swaddlin', and it said you're supposed

Hmm, what are we after here?

Why don't we just all take the medicine