Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You better let me take that, Kyle.
Well, how about we make you a new costume? Let's see now...
Naked Naked Naked Naked
...can get a look at your stupid costumes.
Get off my property, you brain-eating zombie bastards.
I'd give you topical medicine, but I don't want to touch you.
Trey and I are right excited because this is our favorite episode.
Your temperature is 55 degrees. You have no pulse, no heartbeat.
Hey, Chef. Look.
We wanted to do an episode on disease. Pinkeye was the right one.
Pinkeye, my ass. I've seen this before.
Neither can I.
- Yeah. - We were gonna enter the contest.
Hello there. Love the Elvis costume, Chef.
No buts, Wendy. I wish you were dead!
I'm not the one who looks like Pippi Longstocking!
One Tootie Bar? You cheap bastards.
Yeah, that's it, Kenny. You can't trick-or-treat with us anymore.