Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That last one was not erotic to everybody.

Francine, initiate backup plan.

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

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

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

[All Cheering] Yeah!

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

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

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

Excuse me, friend. Where are you from exactly?

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

(WITH CROWD CHANTING) Cannonball!

I was actually at ground zero.

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

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

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

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

Nobody here has any connection to Langley Falls.

Soiled, like these cheap swim trunks...

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

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

He'll absorb it through his skin.

- [Chattering] - Hello, Mr. President.

Wait. Are you from Langley Falls?

-(LAUGHTER CONTINUES) -Cannonball! Cannonball!

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

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

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

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

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