Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Counting six pages of ads.
Gotta look at that bird.
Oh, oh. Reporter Cletus, Outhouse Times-Picayune.
Dead Poets Society has destroyed a generation of educators.
Excuse me. I have an emergency page from mother.
...so they'll never have to teach again.
Beer! Your feelings are ugly & wrong!
I feel terrible.
Well, I didn't win Teacher of the Year.
Even worse than what I did in Nam.
One of us! One of us! One of us! One of us!
And the missiles are like, "Oh, praise Jesus! Can I hear an amen?"
...we have ourselves a nominee.
Mm-hm.
I can't believe you went to the movies with the teacher.
And the winner will be decided by one final question...
...just so I can feel something.
And so President Kennedy says to Khrushchev: