Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no.
Well, technically, Gene's in charge.
Later tonight, when you aren't high anymore,
It was painful. Yeah?
♪ Are you the one? ♪
Are you saying this is proof there's a God?
Well, we're gonna go inside and watch TV now.
It's just, you don't really do
(gasps) That was three years ago!
until the last possible moment on the last possible day,
ring the doorbell and tell your parents what you did.
GERALD: Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-
I was thinking I'd just give you a noogie
I feel like I'm peeing.
(grunting)
LOUISE: Don't you shrimp-shame me!
That way, even if he gets in, he won't see us.
What's wrong with Lobsterfest?
Mmm! Aah!
We needed her to babysit you two.
♪ The briefest of glances ♪
TINA: Ugh, it's so awkward.
Shove it! Oh, okay, definitely detention.
Ooh, hey, look at that.
All right, time to turn my desk.
GENE: Uh, there's a shrimp emergency in the ocean.
Tina, what is going on? Your mom.
(panting) Ooh, nice potholders!
I always thought if accounting didn't work out,
...and then he pinches them like this... Whoa.
I FEEL LIKE IM PEEING
In our eyes.
Okay, bye bye. Bye. Yup.
Our accountant isn't that expensive, and he's really good.
Hide. Hide. Hide. Hide. Hide. Hide. Hide. Hide.
Wait a minute. Aren't you two a little shrimpy to be shrimps?
(sighs) Fine.
Look at me again.