Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, right. Just play with your toy, Randy.
It's your boy's fault we're here!
Parents are such a drag.
Great! I haven't seen this one.
I can't remember.
Tell you what, Dale.
She did it again, Kahn. Your little siren led my boy astray.
No, Kahn. Heap bad news.
It can't be. They're not yelling at each other.
Hank and Kahn should've found them by now.
Have you seen Joseph?
"Our unabashed dictionary defines 'heavy petting'...
I'll be dipped!
Take me to Boneyard.
That was our last candle.
I won't play your blame game, Mr. Hill.
I don't like Joseph. He threw a dodge ball at me once.
Hey, hold your fire up there!
Kahn, what are you doing? Mowing the lawn is a privilege...
But it wouldn't have to be, if you'd left us some of those chips.
Spring break, and two out of three guys are monks.
- Yes. - Yes.
She's the mastermind behind all this.
Yeah, he make a good point, Hank.
Last place you look, hillbilly.
Don't explain a home run, you'll have a heart attack.
Kahn Jr., that Bobby dragging you down like a chicken fat anchor.
Dang!
Now, Peggy, he's not a baby anymore.
Tell you what, baby bird.
Hey, Randy, have you seen Bobby, and Joseph, and that Kahn Jr.?