Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Just because a man's e-mail address has Tony Danza in it
It's fake! It's fake! It's all fake!
We're just gonna take a little trip to the beach. That's all.
Wait, you had a crush on Judy?
I have to say... Bob, was it?
Or at least a date. Possibly?
- No. - All right, fine.
- into the ocean. - That's not how flushing works,
it means we stopped helping.
Yes! A ten-dollar tip! Look at this.
I don't... get it.
Did we save the aquarium?
(whistles)
♪ Cha-cha-cha ♪
but compelling religious service.
Hello. I'm Linda.
You could keep this place in business
but bing, Bam, boom.
Sorry about that. Sorry.
You know, I make it myself.
Did I hear something about a singles mixer?
Because they eat the stuff that no one else in the ocean wants.
But this religion,
Send over the girl that touches you.
Dad, come on. We're saving a small-time aquarium.
Are we gonna have to raise our children in this church?
No. Just doing a detail job on the urchin's anus.
G
(quietly): That last table left him two bucks,
(sighs) All right.
- is special. - It is?
"Thank you for your application.
It's not a real religion! We lied to get out of paying taxes!
- Right this way. - Wow. Look at Bob, huh?
"An agent will be in contact
except me touching it.
Churches don't pay taxes, but they're hard to heat,
- Yup. - Geez. That's a huge tip.
Why? Did the sea urchin learn how to brush its own anus?