Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"... into fire that will never be quenched."

Right. That was mostly Kenny's fault.

Oh, man, we can't let Timmy go to Hell. We have to do something.

The hookie, hookie, hookie, hookie hookie-lau

Well, I mean...

"A very present help in trouble. " M'kay.

Satan, we're not in junior high school any more.

You know what I think we should do?

Hello, His Holiness. I want to ask you about people with mental disabilities.

Having stability in your life is a great thing. You should try it.

- He doesn't have to confess his sins. - Oh, good, I don't?

to give you what you needed. But I've changed, Satan.

- What's up? - Nothing, why?

- The confession box is over there. - I'm first! I'm first!

so that you can tell the priest everything.

And I just want you to know

- And said, "Eat this, for it is my body." - So we won't go to Hell

If I don't see Saddam, then I won't have such strong feelings for him.

Chris and I just moved to the West Side and we have to unpack.

Oh, gee, I must have overcooked it.

- Everybody loves a hookie-lau - I do

I know our relationship wasn't perfect. Okay?

- Oh well, maybe next time. Great luau. - Bye.

Are we gonna go to Hell?

- I killed you. - Yeah, you killed me. So?