Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm warnin' ya!
Where's your Christmas spirit?
We want you to talk them into leaving Lawndale.
I can't tell, dude. Her parents are all, like, "blah, blah, blah."
Meet Holiday Island's number-one harpsichord player... acoustic and electric.
What's going on?
Damn you, woman.
oh, Jakey-wakie...
I don't know.
She has holidays staying with her...
Excellent. Then maybe we can crash at your house for a while.
This place looks dead.
Well, now that you've spilled the beans and admitted you're crazy,
Honey, how long has it been since we took a walk?
I got normal dreams, normal desires,
How can anyone have so little instinct for parenting?
Shut up, we want to dance!
Seeing is okay. It's having to talk to that little twit that'd drive us crazy.
Your petition for an alternative lifestyles parade.
What would you say if I told you I got you a paying gig?
English dude.