Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- The wood is old and rotting. - It is not old and rotting.
who's walking in off the street and asking for a loan.
- I don't want it to fall down. - I know you don't.
- Well, actually... - You know, Mr. Hahn...
With their creepy little fangy teeth...
Man, you suck as a liar.
- Gross. - Four crawled up my nose.
Coffee's on its way. Why don't we go in and sit down?
- Anyway, I called the bank today. - How did that go?
- I liked it. Very John Waters. - Thank you.
Wonderful. I'll have the papers drawn up today.
- What's this, Sunday night tea? - I did this for your own good.
- And the money? - You won't have to deal with that now.
- I can hear them chewing. - Who?
I called to tell you I talked to Miles Hahn today.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the new uniforms...
- I'm not. Am I eager? - Put your paws down.
Really?
- That is good. - Congratulations.
- I'm sorry. - I can't leave without this loan.
All wood. You must go. Go now!
and I know that the only reason you did is because of my mother...
- Your shoes? - Yeah. That's my shoe closet.
By 'people' you mean me.
I guess we should get down to business.
- Mom, stop. - You took my pen.
Was I surprised by what I found.
Why won't you tell me your score?
Perhaps it's time to offer them a lap dance.
Hold on.
Lou, come on up here. Take a bow.
Think fast.
What? But I couldn't possibly...
Therefore, there's nothing I can do.
this moment might make it all worth it.
I'm not going in with my mommy, especially since I left my blankie at home.
We have to stop talking to people.
- Nice outfit. - Thank you.
- They're not too bright. - Okay, so we have termites.
Be true to your school
And now all of a sudden, you're peppy.
Thanks for coming over.
Mom, why are you here?