Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Or a pedophile like my Uncle Wendell. He was a bad man.
So, you know, little bit of a connection there.
- What? - And guess what. You're all sober.
...but I don't want any trouble around here so I'll let him go."
Excuse me? You most certainly did not.
Yeah, and I think that man over there is, uh, really into the microfiche.
You sound and look like a man I don't wanna be with.
Then I said, "Your voice sounds familiar. Who is this?"
All right, everyone. Okay?
Now, Junior, if you take this job, you might see your father do some strange things...
Well, as a doctor, I prescribe a round of shots.
See you tomorrow.
How was the performance? Was I believable?
There's your headline. Well, I guess I'm out of a job.
I replaced your beer with that non-alcoholic crap George W. Bush pretended to drink.
And then he asked me if I thought that $700 was too much...
If Lester's boy can get a job here, so can you.
Mm, I guess the Fred Goldman.
...like swear a lot or vomit on stuff...
They're a little tight. Heh.