Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Whoo-hoo!
but I'm sure I'm going to be fine, okay?
[electric guitar plays]
Come on, Ellen. I got the aspirin.
- It-it's Husky Qu--wait.
- Six months? Oh, oh.
That's like a billion in kid dollars.
- No time for your résumé, Dee Dee.
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I hope you feel better, Nate. She lied.
- Whatever money is left should go to you.
Oh, yeah, uh, the big surprise.
- Well, you almost prevailed.
- It's Zeff, with a Z. Short for Zeffrey. Duh.
- [laughs] She's right.
and it's, um, it's a really tight squeeze.
- Why is future me naked and wearing a barrel
Allow me to offer a gift of my own.
Aunt Bee is loaded. And she's rich!
Where would I even find the dogs--
- Oh no. Nate, is everything okay?
Dad! What are you doing?
* *
- Ah, ah-ah.
and a boot on my/your head?
- Whoa, 25 bucks. Sweet!
[gasping]
This is, uh, well, this is great.
- Well, thanks, son. That means a lot.