Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No bimeanies ones? What am I? Chopped liver?
- Oh, Jesus Christ. - Oh, goodness no, I'm straight.
- Oh, tell me about it, Ken doll. - Hey, dudes.
Floor People..Floor People
- Eric, you're not half bi! - I'm like a quarter bi!
They cannot see or hear us, foolish man!
Hey, now, that's not true. My shoes don't say I pound butt.
- For what? - Well, you know.
- Mr. Garrison? - Kyle, what are you doing here?
No, it isn't! Last year you children were all trying to be black,
Carol? I'll have to check on this. Excuse me a minute, fellas.
And your nails are filthy! Let's get those clean.
We're sorry, but we didn't have a choice.
Come on, Sheila, we better go tell the other parents what's going on!
then "in the hizzle", which we had to change to "hizzle for zizzle",
- Our cup runneth over. - Jesus Christ!
This playground is for metrosexuals, macho man!
You know, I'm starting to think this whole metrosexual thing isn't so great.
- How about some Shiraz, guys? - Oh, thanks, Mr. Tweek.
we're gonna have no identity left.
Great idea! They can help you with those dated clothes.
You can't do this to us!
Not gay, Gerald, metrosexual.