Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The finger of the first person
But hold on, Francine. Here comes Bullock.
out of your very, very, very annoying body.
What contract?
It's handmade.
You're the girl of my dreams!
#φ #ξ #ς #β
Stan. Remember, you're giving up yelling for Lent.
In France, maybe... Oh, my God! Move to France!
He's our mailman.
I get real faint at the sight of blood.
I can't stop thinking about those spiders in your boobies.
I love you.
Oh. (Steve cries, sobs, weeps, whimpers, wails, bawls, snivels, whines, mourns, moans, grieves, sniffles, sorrows, and laments loudly or noisily) Oh. (Steve cries, sobs, weeps, whimpers, wails, bawls, snivels, whines, mourns, moans, grieves, sniffles, sorrows, and laments loudly or noisily)
How are the sacrifices going?
I envy your youth!
Obama has done amazing things with health care.
Mardi Gras, bitches!
Mr. Bullock, sir! Please, let us off the hook.
I don't think we can make it.
i dare you to Google Claralaine and go to images
Well done, Hayley!
Well, Prince Charles was pretty devastated when...
I wish we could live inside this song forever.
You idiot! Then we'll have to lose him.
(crashing) Whoa, look at that?