Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ro-Roger, whatever you're thinking there,
Hey, you.
He's getting too close!
I co-wrote City Slickers with Babaloo Mandel
Do I hear 20?
(applause) What the hell, Klaus?
Really? Shut up.
Got a bunch of string that's not doing anything.
That's all we got, right?
I splooged
(laughs)
you're not in love, you just have a crush.
It smells like you did.
(laughing uncontrollably)
Here, here, try it on me, pretend I'm Hayley.
(laughing)
You're doing great! Do I hear 40?!
How did you find us?
I got everything held together up there with a chip clip.
I mean, I'm no Christina Aguilera,
Shall we start the bidding at 15,000?
No food in my belly.
Here is my next car Francine,
Excuse you?
(whispering): You're Yoko.
Like-like a hobby.
You're obsessed with me.
Roger, what are you... no!
The same way that hot dogs for dinner
This thing can stop on a dime. Think fast!
My bar is dead. It doesn't make sense.
(chuckling): So stupid.
about it, and all the awkwardness will go away.
Not bad last night.
Urgent medical jargon, stat!
Of course you are.
She knows that.
I’m gonna eat you one day.
breathing through your mannish mouth,
In the mean time, you just need a distraction.
Don't do characters.
Everybody shoots everybody.
Oh, and don't worry about the camera.
(gagging)
(whip cracks) The SUV's not for you, Lion!
What the hell are you doing, Roger?
Ooh, I'm gonna go get my tools!