Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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