Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on, boys. Make your mother happy.

Mr. Carver, I haven't seen your mother in church lately.

You mean my hoppers.

I thought he was with you.

Hey Mama Wanna suck deez nuts

Boys, go on outside.

Oh, my God! Betty!

I'm goin' high!

I'm almost 16, and I've got pages of ideas.

some very good jokes about them...

If you walk out that door...

But this is the last time. Right, buddy?

Do you wanna see this?

I reviewed your file.

or even if they were kind of limply doing that...

You can't find me. You can't find me anywhere.

I really am sorry about your...

- Police procedure requires... - I want my boy, Jerry.

- You want a pool? - Yeah, we want a pool.

you'll get gray hair, your boobs might sag.

Fifteen different toppings for each salad, two kinds of lettuce.

and waving to their friends.

Bob, we're talking about thousands and thousands of dollars.

Wasn't it you who wanted to have this huge party in the first place?

We've warned you, we've warned your sister...

I don't know... get mad.

No, actually, I'm just gonna sit here.

You're getting littler. You're shrinking.

- You're tellin' me later. - I'll tell you everything later.

- That's it. Forget it. - Nice job, Arnie.

- Tucker, she's a whale! - Take her out for a walk.

- We want the big one. - Yeah, that's fine.

Let's go show your mom the cookies that she's baked for us.

- Come on, please. - Please, have a seat outside.

- Yes. - Today is your lucky day.

I said, stop it right now!

I prepared it. I know exactly what...

- Arnie... - Dad's dead!

Come on, son. We've had enough fun for one day.

And then disappearing like that?

I'm 18, and you're not invited.

There's six of'em, so those could hold anybody.

- Please don't disappear. - Just let him go.

Don't disappear like that again on me, okay?

Excuse me. Where to?

- Gilbert? - Sir?

I was thinkin' that if my boys turn out anything like you...

So he's clean now, you guys.

- What is it? - Gilbert Grape.

Good boy. Good boy.

literally hours, cutting their corn.

A kiddie pool. I don't get it.

...freeze corn and sit there for hours with a knife...

- Extreme. - So nothing's fishy?

I know where he lives. I can take him.

- Just calm down. - Stop it!

And then when they're done...

- Oh, God. - Dad's dead! Dad's dead!

Don't move. Don't move!

I saw you last night.

I gotta go. I gotta go.

Pretty soon, I ain't gonna be able to carry you no more.

It's not funny!

'Cause I gotta go back home, you know?

I could have "drownded."

I bet you could do this all by yourself if you really wanted to.

Match in the gas tank Boom, boom.

When she found him, he was already dead.