Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm sorry, Dad. I'm...
The Illuminutti's been looking for it for decades.
Bobby Brown. He's black. Bobby Brown. I did it.
- Dad, what the hell is going on? - You're in over your head.
Let's get out of here.
Steve, this conspiracy dates back to the Civil War. This is what I know.
You don't fly to biblical allegories?
My selective dyslexia disorder finally pays off.
Okay, Steve, you win. We'll solve this thing together.
He was certain the most bitter Confederate would embrace slaves...
Why would the killer stick the curator to the roof of the statue's mouth?
Because that's the last fun you're gonna have for a long time.
Well, we do have one thing the Illuminutti doesn't:
I'm doing the grown-up thing here.
It's even on Union Brand, America's first peanut butter.
Who wants to know?
It took you 45 minutes to figure that out?
Yeah, so pick a black guy and do a report.
That's weird. Hand me a magnifying glass.