Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I see the Giants lost again.
I'm gonna unload a heavy load of five fat knuckles on your nose.
Listen to this, Barney-boy: The Flintstone Flyer.
Ja, that's for sure. Let that be a lesson.
Nothing. I just wanted to tell you I'm not going bowling tonight.
- They don't allow pick-ups in here. - Ja, this is a respectable place.
Ja. And I bet one of them is baby-sitting a sick friend.
The tension trod connected to the flywheel.
- The Barney-copter does it again. - I got news for you, Veep.
I feel terrible doing this.
It won't be long now.
- We'll form a corporation. - Yeah, but l...
Especially the fat ones.
Ja. "Hello, darling," pow?
Hey, you're too fat, Fred!
If you're looking for your husbands...
What? And leave you alone?
I'll pooch your pointed head up if I catch you.
They're two of the good ones.
How do you expect to go to the opera without tickets?
When else? We've had the tickets for a month.