Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Imagine imagine imagine you're a fluttering cunt! You're such a hoe Martin! Hey, don't call me a hoe you tit!
Dale, are you nuts?
- Yeah. - Eggs it is.
It's foul. Foul ball.
[Dale exclaims]
It's almost 4:00. I'll let you get ready for dinner.
It takes great acting, Bobby. Oscar-caliber.
Relax, kid. lfl wanted to kill you...
I'll have cinnamon rolls, pancakes, 7-Up, bacon.
Mr. Hill, could you pass the sports section, please?
"Sammy Sosa.
You're looking lovely this morning as usual, Mrs. Hill.
Iron Chef. Iron Chef.
[Bobby screams in pain]
Shwsha!
Thank you, Garrity and Sons Nursing Home.
"this is the hardest letter...
You're selling yourself short.
Help!!!!!!!!!!
Hey!
How do you like to join our foursome?