Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And now sports.

how we hang out before I kill them for worshipping the wrong god.

I Can't Eat Fish & Chips Without Getting The Runs Go To Your Fucking Room Right Fucking Now

No, no. We're not part of the city. We're not part of this country.

What'd you do, sell your body to science? You know, I've thought of doin' that.

Hoisted by my own petard!

but unfortunately, you're not entitled to a refund.

OK. After much thought and consideration, I have decided to make a concession or two.

To answer your question, like that.

You're why cavemen painted on walls.

Are you sure you wanna watch the Incredibles or chicken run or something like that you nigger bearglove or Hannah Montana or Ratatouille

Stop! Peter time! I'm a big shot, there's no doubt

I just think you should... Peter, stop starin' at my chest.

Oh. Sorry. I thought you were the district attorney.

Uh-uh-uh! Can't touch me.

-And that makes us our own country. -What are you talking about?

If you happen to see the dungeon master can you tell him his mother was trying to work me over

- Aah! - Was that for Party of Five too?

- Wrong! The ugly one! - Hey, Peter.

Ju-ju-ju-ju-just like the bad guy from Lethal Weapon 2

Tell us a little bit about your country.

OK. We've narrowed it down to two possible names. All in favour of "Bugs Bunny"?

I call it: joehio

- Marco. - Polo!