Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I mean, you know, this is my home now, too.
You're actually Chris Peterson's friend.
The Englisher still sleeps?
Not so fast.
Oh, don't try to deny it, Mr. Peterson.
He found it in the attic.
What do you want from us?
Geez, I wonder how many other friends they have on the payroll.
You've broken me.
Lying is only going to make it worse, Ma.
Where's your home entertainment center?
Tell him I'm your son.
Out with it, boy.
Oh, my.
Chris, don't be an ass.
Gladys!
But I don't really like those heavy Italian sauces.
You're just a little goofy because you have an empty stomach.
Of course, I have a little different taste in clothing, but, you know, that's my generation.
Larry, Larry, do you know what this means?
My sink is still broken.
Brigitte Nielsen's going to be on the Today Show.
Well, it's 5.30 AM, and everybody's up.
I have a feeling it's somewhere near the troubled Gaza Strip.
Oh, then I guess this is goodbye, Papa.
What are you doing here?
Why don't I fix you a sandwich?
We're all back together again.
Jeez, everything's so plain and unfancy.
Fred!
Oh no, more of them.
What's this?
Who are you?
You know, uh, I had a heck of a time finding you guys.