Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And you've made it so hard for him, he's afraid to ask.

PEGGY: I hope you're all hungry.

That's woman's work. Ain't that right, fellas?

Peg, that's just cowboy talk. Come on.

All right. Who wants the first ride?

Mr. Kahn! My bags!

He's Laotian. Ain't ya, "Mister Kahn"

I never thought I'd see the day when my own son would stop loving me.

Oh, yeah? Well, Luanne hates him, too. That means we're even.

Bobby, take your daddy's pants off.

PEGGY: Come on! I will fix you a to-go plate.

2 x 2 x 3 x 11 x 17 = 2244

It won't if you keep slapping them in the butt and ordering them around.

A man's gotta tell a woman when to stop eating.

And I won't let him grow up to be a woman-hating old fool.

Put some cornpone on them hips.

She's moody. Must be PBS.

Damn, won't start. I guess I'm not going anywhere.

You got a real gun.

PEGGY: Okey-dokey, Cotton, Hank fixed your car.

HANK: That's the dangdest thing.

If it comes back, we'll call the rental place.

No, I don't think so.

But women don't like his style, because you all are like the peahen.

Let's go. Take them off.

Cotton, I'll do the dishes. I like to.

So I'm buying you a hooker!

Sometimes, things just disappear for no logical reason.

That means you're outvoted.

but there are a lot of other things that I'm supposed to do.

Hey there, Mr. Quarterback.

[Clears throat]

But Grandpa said I could...