Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Take off, you hoser. - You take off, you knob.

Jeez, I saw her down the hall before, but she was dozing off, eh?

THAT WAS NO GOAL YA KNOW THEY WAS IN THE CREASE

let me out will ya I gotta wiz to throw

I'm taking you to the looney bin.

Steamroller! I'm steamrolling you

Quick, get a glass. Beauty.

Where should we go? Loony bin or brewery?

We live in a sisotoy whear Botem text

Well, the Inspector has to leave.

Get out of the way! Get out of the way!

- Come on. We're lost. - Shh.

This isn’t heaven. This sucks

Oh, no. No, I want no rough stuff.

Don't you think it's a little unusual to get married so soon after the funeral?

Who? Oh, yes, we hope so.

- Our nosey little friends? - It must be them.

He's the one with the bleeding nose. I didn't do nothing.

- Okay, I know my rights. - Hey, who's in this room?

- Where are the beers? - I'll find them.

Okay, I got an idea, but we got to go home first, okay?

- Where are the fools with the mouse? - They're with Henry Green.

You stupid idiot. Now he'll be asleep for two hours.

- It's like a ghost town, isn't it? - Yeah.

We have an appointment with that guy there, eh?

My father must have found out about that.

Hoser, this is four months old.

Your Worship, I wish to plead my clients guilty to statutes

- To our new jobs. - Yeah, beauty.

we made the appointment with the deceased quite some time ago, eh?

I think it's time the little lady and I had a chat.

You're very observant. I'll make this as simple as possible.

I appreciate your sympathy,

No point in steering now

- What are you doing? - It'll just take a moment.

We will move towards Oktoberfest as planned,

What about my brother? Can he get a job?

Royal Canadian Institute for the Mentally Insane.

- Wait a sec. We didn't do it. - Yeah, that's right. We's innocent, eh?

I have a photographic memory, you know?

We got over $5 billion in our hideout.

- Get it over there. - Okay. Beauty.

Two trucks full of bad beer went there this morning.

Let's run it all again.

- Cops! - Clear out, clear out.

But, oh, no, you had to do it your way. You think you know everything, eh?

- Good night. - Thank you, Inspector.

- Same concentration of formula? - Mmm-hmm.

Just one more test, and then we are ready for the world.

Fleshy Headed Mutant! Are You Friendly?

Not your job? Do you want him to mummify?

- Beauty. - Hey, let's try the head this time.

This plan sucks. I ain't going in.

You can't drink and drive at the same time, hoser.

When they drink enough they'll do whatever I tell them.

Oh, jeez, look at this place.

And I think Ted is dead. - Ted?

I can't believe it. He drank it all! Help me out.

Steamroller, eh Take off hoses!

It's right at the bottom of the big hill.

and, like, put it in a bottle...

My compliments on the many fine things you have in your home.

Dr. Smith, would you say that you are sufficiently familiar

Are you sure you don't want to think this over?

- Level five? - Level five.

Try and use as little oxygen as possible, and maybe when the level rises,

I could crush your head like a nut.

Doctor B.M. Smith, Resident Head of Psychiatry

- Okay, how about here? - Ooh, that feels good.

In case she sues for whiplash,

Let me try. I'm a genius.

We got your card you hosers!!

- I'll just disconnect these. - Hello? No, he went out, eh?

Let's get bombed.

Ow! Take off, you hoser.

- Two minutes for elbowing. - Let's get out of here!

The power's on in the old cafeteria.

No, I don't want it! $6.50! Hey!

perhaps one of these would refresh your memory, eh?