Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay, for closes, then.

You guys took a vacation to Pennsylvania Dutch country when Chris was a baby and took a souvenir picture of him with an Amish couple.

But Mr. Peterson, don't you understand?

Now, where would that be?

Don't you think they'll notice that you're missing?

Well, Chris, we just took that picture a second ago.

Like a sexy young Amish lad.

Look, if you're ever near the Pennsylvania Dutch country, why don't you look me up?

Yeah, but it's that point two-thirds that's sending me back to the boonies.

Pleasant dreams, dear.

Now would be a good time to murder him.

What about the picture of him with the Amish couple?

For the last time, I am not Chris.

You just called me Emmett.

Hey, Dad, where's the outlet?

It's a picture of me as a baby with a couple of pilgrims.

For at this point, I'm nothing but a lowly bastard hobo.

It's not one of those difficult puzzles either, like the kitten with the marbles.

George Washington dressed up as a woman.

I'm saying that the Petersons bought me from an Amish couple for $10,000 on the black market.

You make his beard a little blonder, you take away the black on stylish clothing, give him some snappy sportswear from Banana Republic, and you got me.

For the last time, I'm not Chris, I'm Emmett.

You know, when it comes to money, it's like they're on another planet.

You know, the picture of Chris as a baby being held by an Amish couple.

It's a gay scarf.

Mr. Peterson, you always crack me up.

silent dog whistles.