Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Larry, look.
Are you nuts?
For the last time, I'm not Chris, I'm Emmett.
For the last time, I am not Chris.
Now, where would that be?
You know, when it comes to money, it's like they're on another planet.
Well, Chris, we just took that picture a second ago.
Look, if you're ever near the Pennsylvania Dutch country, why don't you look me up?
Don't you think they'll notice that you're missing?
Okay, for closes, then.
It's not one of those difficult puzzles either, like the kitten with the marbles.
It's better.
Oh, my.
Hey, Dad, where's the outlet?
I'm saying that the Petersons bought me from an Amish couple for $10,000 on the black market.
Like a sexy young Amish lad.
Pleasant dreams, dear.
You know, the picture of Chris as a baby being held by an Amish couple.
George Washington dressed up as a woman.
Is that you?
But Mr. Peterson, don't you understand?
Mr. Peterson, you always crack me up.
Oh no.
It's a gay scarf.
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.
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.
Yeah, but it's that point two-thirds that's sending me back to the boonies.
Now would be a good time to murder him.
What about the picture of him with the Amish couple?
It's a picture of me as a baby with a couple of pilgrims.
silent dog whistles.
For at this point, I'm nothing but a lowly bastard hobo.
To Emmett?
You just called me Emmett.