Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're sure it's okay for me to be out of school today, Grandpa?
So I rushed them. But it was a trap.
Come one, grease monkey! Let’s Tango!
Bobby Hill! Get over here this instant!
They opened fire and blew my shins off.
She's my wife.
You're right. It's my fault.
Well, she's got a point.
You think that'll really happen to me?
Not because I have to, Hank...
Permission granted!
Everybody hates you.
I can sleep on the couch, Mom.
I don't want any, Grandpa Hill.
I made it to an island.
Remember that, Hank?
More subdued and drab
COTTON: Kill it, boy.
[Burping] V.
Hank, you won the big game.
it might be nice, for a change, to have dinner...
We were hot. Took them off.
She is not my mother. Hell, we went to kindergarten together.