Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, man. That is weak.

Yeah, I started it right after you were born.

Isn't that precious? Now, give the torch to your daddy.

because you think something bad is gonna happen if you act happy?

The year is 1885.

But you were right, Hank.

I don't want to be here.

BOBBY: Okay, your trousers are filthy.

Yeah, man. It's like he's going back there in the pocket...

Boy, I've always been a sucker for the torch-lighting ceremony.

Bobby, if your father doesn't go through with this...

Sounds like the Durndle Torchbearer approacheth.

Hank, I am just trying to boost that boy's self-esteem.

It was about hammers.

Well, if Bobby says it's all right for you to run with the torch...

Paragraph one, paragraph two, Hank's signature.

I'm not gonna ruin these games.

I just wish they didn't have to sit so close together.

Stop hotdogging it! You had your time in the sun!