Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, but sooner or later someone will find out.
Not you. I was talking to Hank.
Gentlemen, you are looking at the next winner...
McMaynerbury? When will they learn?
that I am fully capable of handling on my own.
And I'll say this to you, and to you, and to you:
Yeah, Peggy was telling me.
Peggy, to the medical supply store.
Fine. You're all fired from my pit crew.
Dear God She's wearing butt boobies
Are you a patient of Dr. Tate?
You have one butt cheek bigger than the other, just like my feet.
Those two bags are filled with saline.
HANK: Yeah, we're made for each other.
- Thank you, Gina. - Dr. Tate.
Phil. Six-and-a-half years.
That is a medical device prescribed by an orthopedic physician.
Excuse me. I think you could use it, too.
No, no. Hop in. With your bad back, I will drive.
Mr. Hill, you have no ass.
and sit anywhere you want.
Get your cheeks down off that line and get yourself back in the race.
Hank Hill, Strickland Propane. Do not light any matches.
Can you tell I've got something on back there?
Hank, take my ass.
Pretty good, I guess.
Remember me, Hank?
And walk on your butt, and left cheek, right cheek...
Cramp! Gut it out!
It's a prosthetic you wear over your backside...