Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh Phillip, how will I ever find my fugitive daughter in this daunting place?
Well, let us board the subway and return home. There we can eat Kroff Dinner.
- You mean we are to blame? - That's right, and now you must make amends.
Oh good. Well, I certainly am going to miss Canada, Terrance.
You give other Canadians a bad name, and if I had my way....
- Papa. - Say, she looks a lot more like Celine Dion than you Terrance.
then China, then Newfoundland, then the world!
Hey Saddam, you helped me get rid of Terrance and Phillip,
OOBLAR, STOP IT. IT'S TOAST. oh
Shtut malakh shtut, inka inka bruscht.
That monster is sitting right over there, and his name is Terrance.
Terrance, if I die whilst in Iran, please bring my body back to Canada,
I can tell from your accent that you're Canadian
- That's smelly. - Wait a minute, Terrance, that fart gives me pause.
We have Your Honor; we have found Terrance,
Oh wait, that is the phone.
"Dr. O'Dwyer, time to have your head smashed in, with my new hammer."
Hey Terrance, let's watch American television.
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- I'm not sure I should trust you. - Hey, relax guy, trust me.
Huh, oh that? Don't worry guy, you just need a rest.
Is that some kind of metaphor for a kind of search that can't be described?
Come on, get a move-on, I ain't getting a younger up here.
Would a murderer go to the zoo and feed animals like this?
- Terrific. We need two tickets for Teheran please.
in all thy sons command.
a haiku called "Time to Kill Dr. Jeffrey O'Dwyer."