Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And they let Pickles out!

No more weepin' and wailin'

It's like that dude whose wife cut his dick off, threw it on the freeway?

Sure, Easiest thing in the world, I can whip up a little mortar in a snow saucer,

- Good news! Good news! - Pickles! Go get him!

- Oh, - And you?

- In the new day - Shine on

after entering the casino vault and returning to the root cellar,

Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,

Blood! Blood, Professor, blood! Blood, blood, blood!

- Coach, I, - Yes, Lump?

Can't stop shittin', Can't stop talkin' about shittin',

'cause Mr, Gudge checks everything,

The General will follow when he manages to recover the severed digit,

Let your light from the lighthouse shine on

- I'll wipe his ass and everything, Mama, - What you doin'?

- Somebody was in here, ma'am? - Yeah, with me and Othar,

We perform on the instruments for which the music was originally composed,

Oh, they list my name in the newsletter every issue,

Well, that's exactly the kind of attitude we're fighting,

I know I've got religion and I ain't ashamed to let

Madam, or rather, mesdames,

that golden calf, that earthly trash on that garbage island,

It is of the nature of the situation we would all prefer to be excused,

Cut it himself and burned his holes,

I don't want to hear a single one of them stories, OK?

Angels up heaven done wrote my name

I am currently on sabbatical from the institution where I teach,

I mean, Gudge, it was more than an ass, it was literature,

who suffers from astigmia, strabismus and a general curdling of the vitreous jelly,

- Mackatee's eldest, - Oh, yeah,

- No, no, madam, I must strenuously, - I'm sorry, it's just plain wrong,

Come, come, Here, kitty, Here, kitty,

Shine on Oh, let it shine on

have decreed that no gaming establishment shall be erected

- Well, that is a shame, - Indeed,

Madam, we are not musicians of the late Renaissance,

- Now I want to know what's goin' on, - Oh, indeed, indeed,

You, Lump, are the goon, the hooligan, the dumb brute,

Don't give up on me, Otto! Mountain, I need two live leads!

Let it shine Ooh

You've got to let it shine Whoo!

Uh, many of our pieces were commissioned by the Holy See,

With the Freedom Riders,

It's authentic, Strapped on, of course, so it can't fall off,

I said get outta here, You're fired,

Well, I just thought maybe you'd like to see,

- Oh, would you like a hot cross bun? - No, just an explanation.

But, to me, there are other good books as well,

Home to live with God Oh,

Garth, can you run us through the game plan for what remains of our tunnel?

Madam, we must have snoopy pumpkins, We must all have snoopy pumpkins forthwith

If I may offer a riddle

The door itself is of redoubtable Pittsburgh steel,

No, Mama! Please, Mama! I love you!

You up the river without a paddle in a lot of trouble

Get your fingers out my man's nose!

That is its function,

May I inquire, do you have a root cellar?

I wasn't born here, you know, I'm from Scranton, Pennsylvania,

Let your light from the lighthouse shine on me

Only a couple of feet separate us from the vault,

The only question is who wields the weapon?

There'll be no more weepin' and wailin'

I'm goin' home to live with God

Mountain Girl could outsource the manacles,

I'm goin' home to live with God

and normally those needs gotta do with women with big asses,

perhaps upon my return we shall be prepared to explode

I remember my father sayin' to me -

Gentlemen, this is the Bandit Queen, Gambling den, Cash cow,

that the General here violated the cardinal rule of this house

Troubles of this world

Madam, we must have waffles. We must all have waffles forthwith.

in search of others,

Oh, come on, You shouldn't be usin' the men's room now!

so that local black folk could have their civil liberties,

Episcopalian, Back in the '60s, we had a Jew come in!