Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My ears feel like your knees look.
something from the heart this year.
-Like, what town? -No.
And, frankly, it's a subject
No, Mom, I think Louise wrote a real poem
"and I'll point down when you should play a whole step down.
-Oh. -Geez. -Sorry.
-Sorry. -(grunts)
-BISSELBENDER: Twerkin' Merkin's Holiday Xylo-Jam. -I'm sorry. Sorry. So sorry.
She's all alone.
Did we used to come to this one?
Are you taking me to the library?
-There you go. -Thanks for your help, Linda.
-What? -Nothing.
We probably have about one minute.
The back of it? Oh, he hung up.
Uh... Okay...
What did you do? What did you do to Tina?
Oh, my teeny Tina.
18 different costumes, Linda.
"when you should play a whole step up,
I love this next poem.
Oh, Bob.
She's gunning for you. They all are.
Louise, you're grounded go to your ro om? Gladly, that's, all, I, ever, wanted.
with her sister, and the school called me
-Uh, thanks? -Oh, you're welcome.
You have pathos. You have emotion.
-Yes, yes! -Wow!
We really want to hear your poop poem.
Linda, please, dear God, don't leave me.
-(playing haphazardly) -Okay... Okay.
Linda, if you leave, I will die.
(applause fades out)
MS. MERKIN: "...look at me. I'll point up
substitute music teacher who knows nothing