Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yes, Charles.
Her name was Tyne Daly. That's right, the Tyne Daly.
What? We've been here literally every night since his wedding.
Intrigued. You?
No, spend it with your boyfriends. Mo'hattan.
Well, first thing tomorrow, it's off to harpoon Tyne Daly.
Hey, Mama. Look at this trick I learned by watching Criss Angel.
Okay, I'll talk to you later.
Without you. Goodbye, Cleveland.
I told them to take out the crotch shots, and play up the cop angle, boom, eight seasons.
And I didn't complain when you took me...
One guy even gave me a quarter.
Don't get involved in your friends' shenanigans.
I never got around to booking it.
It's a play. They're like movies but gayer and smaller...
Yeah, we gonna take you down, man. - Stop. You know the rule.
That was an easy one.
If you don't start showing me romance, I will take you off my health insurance.
I should stop complaining and enjoy the rest of my time in New York.
My happy mustache face This is the Cleveland Show
Ah. Tyne ahoy.
Help!
Which was actually pretty gross, but not when you did it.