Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He super-sized the pews for the zaftig believers.
No, I'm still Buddhist.
Let's just write to David Bowie again.
Okay, Nibbles. You can guide her down.
Dad, the rocket's off course!
I fee like I want to throw up.
Step one, let's sell some ad space.
What about the Dalai Lama? Who?
especially Mrs. Glick, who's recovering from hip surgery.
How about Judaism? When you turn 13, cha-ching!
I'm A Buddhist!
Yes, barring some sort of miracle...
Hey, Lisa. What are you doing?
Or is that just a pipe dream?
Fine.
He's not gonna say it.
Trust me. He'll say it, or I'll bust him down to Thursday night vespers.
Why do you have to be so different?
and we're not trying to put any pressure on you.
I would really like to thank you nerds for helping me out.
You say that so much, it's lost all meaning.