Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A homicidal maniac tells her she can only keep one.

Iraq! Iraq, Lois

- Oh, God! - That kill me?

I knew this was the right thing to do.

From This Day Forth, This Territory Will be known as "Denya"!

(jake peeing) ugh! (jake laughs) ha ha! (jake slam the door)

Oh, yeah? Well, according to paragraph seven, sentence three, word eight

You're missin' the point. Our blockade is turnin' Petoria into a Third World country.

- Any questions? - Yeah, uh, I don't get it.

Sorry, but according to this map, you're not even part of these United States.

GOOD MORNING, JOE. PETER, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY POOL?

I'm stuck up here in the nosebleeds. I'm president of Petoria. I want a better seat.

No, Brian, it's a foreign car. The "T" is silent.

Look at what we're reduced to. Our own baby has to use newspapers for diapers.

- Deal. - Yeah!

You mean this cheap little pen we have millions of back at the office?

- What the...? - Hi. You guys have any Cheese Doodles?

Oh, man. So after all this I end up with nothin'?

So tough luck, Swanson.

Damn pig-dog Americans, messin' with my family like this.

Yes, and from the look of those sweater cows, so can you.

I spent my refund on a plug-in playmate.

We can't live like this for ever.

It's got headphones, so I can watch Steven Seagal movies without waking Bonnie.

my grammar sucks, but more importantly, we're about to commence

Our lead story tonight: Petoria.

And all in favour of "Ephraim, the Retarded Rabbit"?

Oh. Oh. You know, honey, you don't have to do this.

I Believe that's the worm

Step into my office.