Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

this trail is two barefoot men, carrying a load between them,
so please tell me you have oysters.
- No! - Don't get chippy with me, bird!
Well, guess you can find out what a human being tastes like after all.
- No, he doesn't. - Nobody does!
[squawks] [all gasp]
Oh, go eat worms. Come on, Reynaud,
to bring the ultimate power to the Fatherland!
- and then we can rescue them. - Exactly.
The tupua would be the greatest archaeological find of the-the...
- Well? - Cut me loose.
The testicles, though...
- We're natives! - You know what I mean.
CHERYL: Ew, look! This guy has ringworm.
Yes. And I think, in your profound ignorance
- Yeah, problem solved. - Guys.
And, while you're at it,
- Archer?! - Yes. So get in line, sister.
- Why the hell would... - MAN: [laughs] Wow!
[shouting in distance] Now can we go, please?
So she gets a ceremonial bath, scrubbed head to toe,
[screaming]
we can still beat him if we hurry.
- Scheisse. - FUCHS: Was, hast Du auf deine Schue gepisst?
- So... - That's why you got to know your petroglyphs.
[chittering softly]
- Where is what? - The map... to the sacred tupua!
- Like you would know! - No, no, it is.