Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I bet you were some athlete, Mr. C.
How is he gonna cheat, you turkey?
All right.
Jim Thorpe played high school football in 1906.
Why does she do that?
Thanks, Mom.
- All right, who's here that's honest? - I am.
- It's too risky. - Oh, Rich.
All right, Fonzie.
Of course, that doesn't apply to those of you
You bring your gang and come with me.
All I know is, whenever I leave your house,
Need any help? You don't need any.
Well, we were just... We were just discussing tuna fish.
- Hey. - Can you drive Ralph's car?
- I guess we better hit the books, huh? - Oh, yeah, right.
- See you later, Chuck. - Oh, man, I couldn't hit a shot.
Starting to sweat, huh, Skiz? Fire.
It's the children's hour.
I can't wait to hear your story.