Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There is no fraternizing with customers on the Bandit Queen,

- On - Shine on

Though that was the original preference of some,

is educating the public,

Maybe - I'm just thinkin' out loud here -

Madam, we must have shitposts. we must have shitposts forthwith

Oh, well, I suppose it could wait, but it's about that casino money,

Just tell me when the fuck they gonna leave, Damn!

MacSam, everybody on the custodial staff is black,

Oh, these earthen walls are ideal for baffling

Ain't that somethin'!

If I may offer a riddle

What in the world are you doin' havin' tea down there?

We don't want Elron finding your stinkin' ass on the crapper!

Just pretend her head's a casaba melon and the gun is a melon baller,

You have returned from your devotions betimes,

has been known to melt the heart of even the hardest misanthrope,

Yeah, soon I will be done

I'm afraid Mr, Pancake is correct, We cannot draw straws again,

You fuck! You ain't no fuckin' man!

- of our igneous impediment is also, - C-Coach, Coach,

He has managed to secure himself a berth on the custodial staff of the Bandit Queen,

Dawg, this is a motherfuckin' pigsty, man!

Oh, no, he can breathe, Eh, eh, that thing is,

What in the name of heavens was that?

He plays one bitch barrel full of a sackbut!

What other tools do we have at hand?

Thank you, Lord

I don't suppose Othar ever turned his hand

- It's been disturbin' Othar then, has it? - Well, how could it help but do?

We ain't fuckin' around, Mr, Hi-Ho,

Without a doubt you going under running out of bubbles

We merry band, unbound by the constraints of society

Such a pleasure, Safe home, Safe home,

but it don't make me want to go hippity-hop,

Oh! Hope I didn't spill my tea,

Though we do play together, hence the word ensemble,

massive tunnelin' experience through the soil of his native French Indochina,

- Well, now that is simply asinine, - Yes, but you see, Garth,

Now, I know your mama taught you better than that!

I'm tryin' to help you, boy, better yourself!

Rococo, huh? Well, I guess that'd be OK,

Aw, just 'cause I'm dressed like a janitor, don't mean you gotta do me dirty,

The conundrum of the undisturbed, yet empty vault,

It's nothin' to make a fuss about, It's perfectly all right,

What presumption!

The ceremonial ram's horn sounded by the priests of the Hebrews,

Well, something perhaps,

- You the man! - Me the man?

You mean to tell me you never once suffered from piles?

They crucified the Savior

The age of Montel!

Well now, that is simply asinine

I ain't apologizin' to that muthafucka, He fired me 'cause I'm black!

nor in those of the other patrons of this Waffle Hut,

- I'm on the mailin' list! I'm a Angel, - Are you? Yes,

I must confess myself to be puzzled as well,

facilities to cook and clean, and, most importantly, its counting houses,

And Othar don't like that music neither,

Youth ain't no excuse for nothin',

I will come up yo' stankin', irritated asshole with this gun

That was refreshing,

- Well, I could go talk to him if you, - Left My Wallet in El Segundo,

The khalil was good enough for my Othar,

I'll just check the carotid artery,

you must accept our apologies for not bein' able to perform,

- Of hallowed troughs - Let's go back to God

The apostle John said, Behold, there's a stranger in our midst,

, and kill old lady,

And, Sheriff, do you know what they call colored folks in them songs?