Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We even took a picture of you with them.

Good morrow to you.

They probably haven't seen a movie since Spartacus.

Hey, listen, do you mind if I keep this outfit?

Like the $10,000 you paid for me on the black market.

Oh, my, you don't have to put up a front for me any longer.

Sir, if we fed you, would you leave us?

I wouldn't hold my breath.

Well, yeah, Larry.

I'm your long lost son, Emmett.

Just a couple pictures and this, a receipt.

You called me Emmett.

I'll fit in fine.

The people you sold me to were very good to me, and I've returned home as your sugar daddy.

Dear, there's nothing to admit.

I found out that I'm adopted.

Chris, they're Amish.

So, what do you say we all come inside, shoot the bull, and throw back some brews?

No, of course not.

I guess I ought to accept your humble, simple ways.

And whatever you do, do not tell Fred and Gladys.

Hey, you know, since this is kind of, well, kind of a backwards sort of family reunion of sorts, um, what do you say we get one of those where are they now pictures, huh?

I'm wracked with guilt.

It's an Indian headquarter.

You know, there's a bond that happens between a mother and a child, and that bond can never be broken.

What, do you guys have a gambling problem or something?

For better or worse, we're mirror images.

Which is exactly what guilty people do when they sweep adopted dirt underneath the rug.

Gee, so you got ten grand for me and, uh, you still live like this?

Not to tell us what?

Chris, they're not pilgrims.

Larry, I have no choice.