Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We're like 100 cans of peas, and some racist literature away
All right, pup, it's show time.
On the cab ride home, I noticed you had puppy breath.
Fine. Forget it.
about the evils of smells, stains, drooling and shedding.
You and I are going to a movie.
It's tit for tat.
I think I'd go with tasty-wasty.
I think you've got me confused with your mother.
And your little dog, too.
He'd never know who I was talking to.
I don't know, Will. Nummy seems a little strong.
Hey! So you're in second place.
- You know what I think this is? - Yeah, I do.
I don't know, paper trained?
You thirsty? You want some Evian?
Get over yourself! I'm working, too!
Oh, it's not your fault, little one.
Jack knows how to use the retractable leash, doesn't he?
And I'm gonna want him every other weekend,
- You treat him like he's a-- - Dog?
Are you implying that I don't care about the dog?
because I'm having the sofa in my bottle reupholstered.
Okay. Fine, but I'm taking my cell phone.
Now, Gracie, you go, although I think it's best I stay here.