Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If you experience one or more of these side effects, consult your dealer.

Hiya, Francine!

First you go down that hallway, and then you take a left.

Name's Fantasia Lopez.

Why do I need a comb?

So, there's this girl I like...

Ugh! Why does Oprah like this one?

Stan, what the hell are you doing?

This'll clear you right up.

I don't know about you...

It's street cleaning today.

- Greg! - [Gunshot]

Who are you the damn soup police?

[Locks Latching, Clicking]

C. I.A. agents are supposed to distribute crack to the inner city, not smoke it.

Shoes are very valuable. Never forget the shoes.

Okay, Mr. Smith. Just get on the plane and get the hell out of here.

I see. It's some sort of heated inhalant.

Lovely day, is it not?

My A.T. M. card was rejected for insufficient funds.

I don't think this guy's very good.

I'd get rid of my ratty old beige bras, and trade up for something lacy.

- I forgot my comb. - I need crack!

Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove

I don't need any help. I'm fine.

- [Blows Nose] - Hey, Dad. Before you leave...

Ugh, Steve Huffman, your voice is so annoying sometimes.