Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...a 7-year-old, a 5-year-old, and-- Ohh!
It's not a case of whether or not I agree, it's a fact. If I were a single parent--
Show them the birthmark on his back. It looks like Latvia.
Ooh
Stuff.
...thin shoes, straps.
-Pancakes. -And since it's her birthday--
-Definitely. -You prefer a guy...
...I am slammed in the ribs by a headless flying chicken.
Seven fifteen.
No. Boys, no candy. Come on, let's go. We're gonna be late. Go, go, go.
I told her I never eat breakfast but she said it's her favorite.
Rita.
Okay, come on. Let's get a cab. Thank you. Come on.
How come it's me having to apologize for mine?
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-I'll put it back on later. I have a tag gun. -What?
Hell, some people say God avoids this place altogether.
CDs. dozens of CDs.
STEVE: No school? -Nah, I got some teeth pulled today.
-Who's been eating my porridge? -Hey, Dad. This is Steve.
...in a state of rest or uniform motion...
...and she's crying because she lost one ear and she can't find it.
Guy just stands there. Doesn't really do any~
No, feeling like you have to, that's desperate.
You must be joking.
In the back of the car On the way to the bar
A pen, Mr. Beerkeep. It is disability day.
With your name in a heart Tattooed upon their shoulders
I nearly peed myself when you hit him. Well, I did a little.
FRANK: I never realized how little sex I was having...
-This is my brother, Ian. -Um....
A big watch, too big...