Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're such a hypocrite.

- Your hair. - [Gasps]

2 x 2 x 2 x 2 x 109 = 1744

Where I got my weak backbone from.

Get in your suitcase, and don't come out till you hear me say...

Oh, grow up. The outside's the only thing that matters.

- Dad, stop. - I also got you a rearview mirror.

- [Cell Phone Rings] - Hello?

Too many people have a key to the pistachio closet.

Especially not your mother. She'd lose all interest in me.

I'm an alcoholic. I have a problem. I'm just not ready to deal with it yet.

Behind your creepy, deformed back.

I will now attempt a simple coordination test with these blocks. L-

Oh. Forgot my water bottle.

- What? - Your wig. You're not wearing it. Where is it?

- Hi. Mr. Mustachios. - And Mrs. Mustachios.

He can't be mad at me for leaving school early.

- Big breath, sweetie. - But-

It actually works out great during two-a-days. Keeps your head cool.

Hey, Lorraine. Do you know what this is?

Well, you're lucky. Work was awful.

- Roger! - Are you kidding me?

No, she did. But you believed me just now...