Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Clem whoozit?
Whoa, Dad, congrats.
Bob, Bob, get out of there! It's me, Linda!
'Sup? I'm Tina.
First caller who isn't Vance at the station.
I mean, it's just the one line, but it's vibrating like crazy.
- Probably. - Then we park there.
- Which lane was it again? - You're on lane three.
Figures. Probably a bunch of snobby poodles.
Sorry for this interruption
Yeah, but you did it anyway. It was cool and-and gross.
We're kind of looking for Clem Clements fans right now.
You couldn't have done this over the phone, Bob?
-But you always say lists are stupid. -They are.
- Aw. - Let's do this.
Where are we gonna park the 'Tude Cruiser?
I refused that, too.
- Brag. - All right,
How'd you do that? I'm hack-curious.
Having fun tonight. Right, Bob?
- You with me, Bob? - Wha-what is happening?
Right, right. Okay, just drive, then.
- Patrick, look at me. - Say my name.
Lot of blood, sweat and farts in that chair.
and prerecorded station I.D.'s.
It's got to be, right? Look it up, Mort.
Uh, r-really? Uh, great.
You're listening to the 'Tude.
I didn't rehearse what I was gonna say.
- Mm-hmm. - Forgetting our troubles.