Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Dad, we have to get Jeff.
Francine, give Hayley your candy cane.
who makes the strongest whiskey known to man.
I make calendars.
Oh, my God. Who is that?
We can sharpen them with our mouths and make swords.
What the hell am I supposed to do with it?
You're a golden dumb-ass!
Get out.
I want to help, Mr. S.
Oh, my God.
You found him, alien.
Go shopping in a store?
Guess I'll have to go a different route.
I'd never touch another gun as long as I live.
♪ And he's shining a salute to the American race ♪
Right, Bob Todd? He can play the skin flute.
Did I?
Merry Christmas, all.
Well, I'm not gonna be able
I'm telling you I can't get HIGH!!!
I'm what you might call an Advanced drinker.
you'll never believe a word of this story.
The radio's still on.
I got no use for your green money.