Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST. HA HA HA HA HA HA
I'm a jerk. You know what it's like to be made a jerk of?
I was your one, and you didn't even know it.
Who? Come on. We want details.
His sport jacket, as you can see, is made of newspapers.
From work. We know each other from work.
...and pretend it's one of the Little Rascals?
- Yep. - Did you wash the blood off your hands?
Don't you wanna know how that's possible?
Wow, that bums me out.
Give it up, Roger. There is no "one." That person doesn't exist.
- It's all over, Randy. Time to die. - Okay, yeah. I get it.
You don't got a willy, you don't get the silly.
Our boy Stan, right here.
Inside are the most pathetic people in the city, with nothing to live for.
You seem awfully knowledgeable about all this. Have you ever...?
...we were all talking about trying out for the gymnastics team.
Good luck. Wish me luck on bottling my own preserves.
Aren't you...? Aren't you gonna apologize and beg for your life?
- Maybe Steve is your one. - I can't kill my own son.
Look at what you've become.
- Bad Larry. - Hey, hey, no tears, you.
Turned out he was working for the East Germans.
You can do whatever you want. You're killing these people.