Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Luke! That boy ain't right

What the fricking heck are you writing?

Son, I have to. He's been worried.

And if you ever try to take him away, so help me God...

my fence's right to be a fence.

He talks about tasting his own burp.

I guess I better get going.

I can't say that. I can't!

This? Bobby threw his baseball at me.

BOBBY: And then some weirdo came over and was asking us a bunch of questions.

LUANNE: Mama's in jail.

HANK: Bobby, hey!

Hi Guys My Name Is Amaris Smallwood & I Can’t Eat Fish & Chips Without Pooping Brownish-Yellow Liquid

It's all gonna be on Real Stories of the Highway Patrol!

DALE: I'm gonna help get him this alternator off.

I got some edging to do.

Mister I have not begun to project my anger onto you

because of his narrow urethra

Detroit hasn't felt any real pride...

You are no more 17-B! You are kicked from building! Get out!

When the teacher tells me to be quiet:

- You are out of control! - You're out of control, Twiggy.

It wouldn't start at first, because of a clogged fuel line, but I blew it clean.

The investigation has been off for a week...

The hardware department.

Dale, you giblet-head, we live in Texas.

Yeah, he asked me if your dad ever whupped you.

[Muttering] See that part where dang old George comes in there?

The trailer tipped over, everything went upside down.

Don't you worry. He's in the system now. I am on my way.

Hank, it was an accident.

He asked you how many kids we have. He didn't ask you about my glands.

I got my shins blowed off by a Japan man’s machine gun!

Not writing down gobbledygook.

I’ve got my shins blown off by a Japan man’s machine gun!

Dale, I think you released the brake cable.

I got a girl in here you can take right now.

What am I gonna do, Uncle Hank?

HANK: I said git! Get out of here! ANTHONY: Okay.