Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't worry, Francine. I'm not a millionaire.

...with a passion for paddleboats that sometimes borders on the erotic.

And I'm gonna go see him right now.

...when white males had all the power instead of just most of it.

Forty years of alcoholism and three doctorless abortions.

And he didn't even realize. He's like America, the guy.

So now, why would I be pissed?

What? When did you become a lesbian?

Is there a freaking pineapple embargo or what?

First up, some kind of crappy little paddleboat.

I don't know. I guess just if there's anything special about me or...

...when I saw what looked like a magical owl fly by, and...

That is so ignorant. You don't become a lesbian.

Fine. Then I'll call a friend. I'll just open up my address book.

Disguised as teachers from the school.

I mean, they're usually other child molesters...

You will be respectful in the house of the Lord.

Enough, Stan. Why is this such a big deal?

Even in death it provides sustenance for the Lord's other creatures.

Come on, Brett. You can pull out of this.