Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on, show yourself, you son of a bitch.
‐ Sorry we accused you of using witchcraft for evil.
and don't give you credit.
‐ Okay, Henley.
but you know what? I'll take it.
‐ But you have terms, right, Mom?
you're a pretty insightful young woman.
‐ You're right. Let's try to keep it down!
‐ Oh, no, no, no, wait!
‐ I know I'm not supposed to say this,
‐ You know what?
‐ [disappointed sigh]
And Sandra, you can find a better guy.
‐ And I'm never dressing Shane like a baby
‐ Ewwww! Mommm!
at the Oakdale Kids' Soccer Tournament.
I will never have Harris rage! Never! Ahh!
[all cheer]
feel free to leave the net and join the rest of the team.
And what a kiss!
‐ What's more important?
‐ I mean, I don't expect perfection,
‐ So I can scream at them,
‐ We won! Trophies!
Break the power structure. Mom, you can solve that case.
‐ Start using that head of yours!
You've still got parade routes to mark!
‐ Everything okay, honey?
‐ [singsong] Somebody has a birthday!
‐ Ooh, ow! What the hell was that?!
‐ That's right, losers, my mom solved the crime you couldn't.
‐ I'm trying to write an anniversary haiku for my wife!
‐ White because you painted it, scumbag.
‐ Without your dad yelling, I've lost my killer instinct.
‐ Hell yeah, I do. What are they, Kimberly?
‐ Stop kicking me!