Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"On which we used to rely?
I mean, would you really be the president of a company that didn't care about kids?
Cool! That's imitatable.
Bababooie! Bababooie! Howard Stern's penis! Bababooie!
Where are we going to find someone who's that stupid?
The you who said you hated you. You, who love, hate, Yankees, clouds...
Are you voting yet?
- I'm not taking my shirt off. - There. Now they're old news.
Oh, my God! Stewie, no! Oh, God. What have I done?
in the same room as Clarence Thomas, you've never been in the same state.
I don't care for Pottery Barn.
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According to recent
R.I.P.
- Mom! - Honey, your face smells fine.
Ah.
- OK. OK, sure. - All right. Why not?
- But you just said you hated me. - But... not you the president.
Please, Peter. Your excuses are lamer than FDR's legs.
Pack of cheaters, that's what they are.
Instead of a smart guy, we should send a moron they can relate to.
BABABOOEY! BABABOOEY!
That's just something my son made me in art class.
You may have killed her when you hit her with the stool. I'm not a doctor.
All right, Dad!
- Oh, God. No, seriously. What's his name? - Dick Armey.
Look how happy those morons are.
But, hey, I guess anything's better than looking at your smelly face!
Are ya votin' yet?