Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Just what are you driving at?

It was good, wasn't it?

You have to audition to move up to the next group.

(tune of Beethoven's 5th): ¶ Sucks to be you ¶

You think I'm in danger?

has become my recurring nightmare.

I can sell my box set.

second movement, andante!

and I take it as flattery.

Eggs. All I'm eating are eggs.

(All people chanting) One of us. One of us. (All people chanting) One of us. One of us.

all that work would have killed my love for music.

(chuckles) There's our head of human resources now.

Just what are you driving at?

Or I think you would have gotten better and loved it more.

Tell him to come early.

You're becoming one of us. You're becoming one of us.

About a dad who was desperate for money?

And then what's the group after that?

Homie, this class is 30 miles each way.

I'm beginning to think it's not worth it.

It's like a little piece of me is taking a baby practice step.

But this year, we have two worthy recipients.

Too small for a tuba.

-How do I do that? -With the plutonium.

(discordantly playing Mozart's "Eine kleine Nachtmusik")

We're the siblings.

(instruments tuning and warming up)

-(audience gasping) -Two?

of a kid with promise.