Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

by Quagmire's new big, green grill.
by rail‐thin men in Internet pornos going,
Hey, guys? Let's take it easy
Why don't you guys get to know each other a little?
MAN: Today on The Moth,
on my high‐end stereo system.
I couldn't drive this car even if I wanted to.
It'll tell you about life."
I know, right? It's definitely my favorite romantic love song
Then why am I here now?
Is this Ferris Bueller?
Okay, let's just see what his size is.
I don't care what Joe says.
♪ I'm gonna sleep with all the kids tonight! ♪
It's Fast Times at Ridgemont High, you idiot!
I've dreamed of driving this car someday.
Mom! He blocked my punch and hit me!
Actually, I should chew some gum first.
(imitates brake squeaking) Okay, what's up?
They're perfect. I'll take 'em.
NEWSMAN 2: The martians are now traveling to New Jersey.
Thank you so much for having Kyle and me over for dinner.
Yes, we'd like to request "Witchcraft,"
Now if you'll excuse me,
as arranged by Mr. Nelson Riddle.
(both moaning)
‐What?! ‐Oh, no. No, no, I... No, I just meant...
(tires screech)
When measuring yourself, what do you count as the base?
Man, I can't get over how old‐timey