Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(WITH CROWD CHANTING) Cannonball!

- that if he did what I did, he'd actually make it cool. - What are you talking about?

-(LAUGHTER CONTINUES) -Cannonball! Cannonball!

Soiled, like these cheap swim trunks...

- [Chattering] - Hello, Mr. President.

[All Cheering] Yeah!

Excuse me, friend. Where are you from exactly?

- Where are we going? - I can no longer live in this town.

- Have you been in there all night? - Yes. And I'm never coming out.

-(CHANTING CONTINUES) -Oh, dear. That brisket was too greasy.

I don't know. Obama may be black...

I'm Stan Smith's brother, Applebee McFridays.

I was actually at ground zero.

Repeat. Put on the laxative glove and shake Obama's hand.

You are not wearing that to Buckle and Sharri's pool party.

That last one was not erotic to everybody.

I'm giving you a hundred-word limit. Here. I got you this counter.

One's true value is determined solely through the eyes of others.

Mr. President, we are so thrilled that you're here.

Come on. You're really gonna kill me just 'cause I know your secret?

Careful now. Ninety-six percent of all party fouls involve food or drink.

"Osama Bin Sexy," "Sexy Bin Laden"...

He'll absorb it through his skin.

Nobody here has any connection to Langley Falls.

I was in the pool when he did it. I was at ground zero.

Francine, initiate backup plan.

But it'll come to me. It always does.

- [Hooting] - Buckle! Get rid of that owl! My migraines!

You can't hit me. I'm a new mother.

Wait. Are you from Langley Falls?