Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ain't no need to prostrate yourself.

I'm what you might call an advanced drinker,

Barbara Walters said it,

If she knew I gave you a gun, she'd kill me.

And all the ladies, well, they call me Bert-Bert.

I can't believe there is a real Santa.

Would it be okay if we hide out

we go out there and die... as a family?

Most of them don't have jobs,

I'm what you might call An advanced drinker.

You guys hold them off.

Oh, boy, you had me in the palm of your hand there.

Stand here and shield me from arrows until you die.

You are not my son.

I'm asking for an authentic polar bear helmet

and she had an affair with a married black senator.

You are no part of this family.

Ooh. How's that feel, Linda?

Can it, Growing Pains!

Poor Ned Beatty.

I've tried everything else--

Forget about Jeff.

and make sure your mother doesn't find out.

And I seek a blind moonshiner with four arms

You are my kin.

And I will let you drive my Camaro

I'm the opposite of them Jews with the curlicue sideburns.

Ooh, lesbians are so hard to buy for.

What-What do they call them-them sideburn Jews?