Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I like stories.
I said go to your dog house now nonnonononononononononnonononononononononnonononono
I knew this day would come!
He's just a little boy.
Smoking or non-smoking?
What's wrong with you? How does that sound, for a change?
Mmm. Hmm.
It doesn't have to.
HANK: Oh, this'll take care of that, believe me.
Don't let it worry you, Peggy.
Well, I found the "tile." Thank you very much, Peggy.
And after all we've been through!
You're calling me weak? Look at your little birdie arms!
PEGGY: Hank.
This time! This morning, one should never fricking become a lucky number because one never fricking became a lucky number again!. This time! This morning, one should never fricking become a lucky number because one never fricking became a lucky number again!.
LUANNE: Well done, Bobby.
Only secondhand from my dad.
PEGGY: Me! Me, now!
Where is old Smokey? We would love to say hi.
a little tap on the fanny with a rolled-up newspaper.
Is your heart racing?
Give me that!
[Vomiting]
What we do is none of your business! I told you not to smoke!
For God sakes, Bobby, what nationality are you?
BOBBY: Mom!
[Can rattling]
Yep.
Hell, what's a rule for, if you can't break it once in a while?
Drop. Drop it.
[Junk rattling]
I never had one of those.
- Smokey's? - Yeah, that's the one.