Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Let's out our hands and press them together and become blood brothers!

You tell Dad where you were going?

- [Mocking] Just move. - Shut- What?

Gene was supposed to Wear the costume. Well, you know what?

- Like this a lot, Bob? - Yeah.

Your children are refusing to acknowledge me.

- [Chuckles] Stupid. - I like pizza.

When Fischoeder gets here, you will not- I repeat, not...

on your sad, filthy floor.

Oh. How 'bout we shave our heads for the Christmas card?

Sorry. I'm saving my spit and blood for my honeymoon.

- But I gotta make it month-to-month. - Oh.

- Nah-nah-nah. - Yeah. Well, then I’m-

That's gonna save us- our food and our service.

- Talk- - Please.

like a greasy, heterosexual Walt Whitman.

- it's like West Side Story! - [Groans]

What did you say about my kids?

♪ A-ding-ding ♪

Good, 'cause you're going down to the pier to hand out flyers.

- No, it's fair- - Jimmy!

Who had they end up hugging each other?

- Come on, boys. We're leaving. - No, we wanna stay!

I'm gonna go get it right now. Wanna come?

You were trying to tell me the other day, but I wouldn’t listen because I was choking to death.

[Linda] So, Mr. Fischoeder's okay.

What? Oh, my God!

- Whoa. - Yeah.

[Bob] ♪ Ding-ding ♪

- What's he wearin'? - My buns.

Mom, Andy and Ollie are helping me with a school project.

- Ow! - Hey. Wait. Wait.

- En-eh. - I'm gonna go this way then.