Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, listen to me. I don't have a brain tumor.
- Why? She's got a broken arm. - Says who?
- Are you Jewish? - Have you ever seen me drive a minivan?
We're going to have to slice off your son's c**k.
I just can't imagine spending every Christmas with a Jew, you know?
Fifty kids, badly injured, broken bones, some of them retarded,
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!