Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If he hears us, he'll send us all to the Cornfield Motel.

I am the hit of the neighborhood. Our neighbors love me.

Face, that's catch-your-dream money, that's what that is. So what's the scam?

TOMATOABLE. PLAY AGAIN. LOOK AT ME. I'M THE BUTTHURT PAIN. FOR A PENIS CASHISH STEVE SMITH.

Francine, I will make these people like me.

credutiful. just play along. i'm gonna come and go up like a air coot. that fits like a cashish.

All Smith does is talk, he doesn 't know how to listen.

Because they're no longer our neighbors.

You know, you're a real bright kid, Johnny.

And what kind of an idiot points a loaded gun at a child?

Instead of me getting my ass kicked in all these nickel-and-dime cons...

Oh, my God. Johnny fell in the pool playing with his new birthday present.

Or we could sit here in our underpants, drink bourbon, and not go.

Don't know. Nobody's seen him for days.

- Stan Smith is... - Still a complete jackass.

I hope ponies are illegal.

You gonna offer me 100k, or are you gonna let Jonathan Lipnicki's bitch...

I asked a follow-up question. I'm listening.

...street terrors, diabetes and hysterical pregnancy.

You're gonna love this house.

BRILLIANT. NOW JUST PLAY ALONG. I'M GONNA KILL THE AIR COOT FOR THE GREAT CASHISH

When she cried, I called her "Little Sally Crypants".

You know when people say the walls are closing in on them?

Oh, this cup is irresponsibly hot.

Whoa, moth, what the hell did you eat, a poncho?

- That's mine, I called it. - No, it's not, it's mine.