Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Enough with this jibber-jabber already.
you might be the worst artist who's ever lived.
Let's pretend I'm, say, a referee
- Oh, I don't have anything prepared.
- Take that! In the eye! There you go!
Everybody, attention. Listen up.
I need you to attend this seminar.
- Kenny, say something. - Uh, you know--
- What are you guys looking to buy?
Good job.
- No, I'm not. No, please.
[cheers and applause] - Aah!
- Okay.
♪ Remember it's a joke and leave it alone ♪
All right, you know what? Guys, hold on, hold on.
- We're going. We don't need this.
- Nah, nobody calls you dud, but even if they did,
we can just blow it up. Have fun with it.
Wow, okay, let me get there.
- Come on, my son, Tom, is great.
[bombastic music playing]
- Nah, his rear end couldn't even hold a pencil.
- I feel like you're setting a bad example
- Are we still in Shady Oaks? - Yeah, we're in Shady Oaks.
- Wh-- - Absolutely not.
- Mom, I'm gonna find out about something like that.
- Uh, Mom? - Mm-hmm, yeah?
Now, you're here because you behave like Neanderthals.
how tight we are.
- What? That's terrible.
"Scott from the class of '04 says hi."
- [clears throat]
♪ Supplying the proof ♪
- Yeah, it needs at least a coffee shop,
- Does that really need to be a rule?
[crowd murmuring]
I smell money from up here. Buzzing you in.
We're a Basquiat household.
Then she'd grab the whistle and literally try to do it.
- Oh, please, come on.
it's because I believe in you. - Thank you.
- Wait a minute. Is that what this is about?
Free drinks, sweet. - Oh, no, no, no.
[whistle blows]
You know, like, babysitter to baby?
- First of all, thank you for coming in.