Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Haldeman must have a son.
I like your hair. It's really dry look.
Henry, that's the voice of the youth of America.
At first, we thought he was really nice.
Strictly small time. Never amounted to much.
I'm gonna live.
...which the students on the other buses are now enjoying.
Bring me in some hard evidence and nail it down.
It's that weird guy!
We are stupid teenage girls.
And I knew, right then, at that moment--
Oh, I'm so sorry.
-We're here to walk Checkers. -Oh, my goodness!
Not you, Henry.
But the President ate those.
Don't worry, Arlene.
My head is about to explode!
I'm sorry!
Hold on. We have a list of creeps. We got it at the White House.
...pertains to the identity of Deep Throat...
Well, I'm not "familiar" familiar. I know them.
Are you the President's dog trainer?
I'll take responsibility.
That's the whole point.
...the shit's hitting the fan now?
Come on.
He's at the dermatologist.
I can't keep my feelings inside any longer.
23.
I don't have time to talk to her.
Am I bleeding?
Sean Freshman?
All right, I love Dick!
Now you can get my room, like you always wanted.
Because of your thoughtlessness...
They're pulling everybody out of Vietnam. The war's over.
Current events.
Pat, will you stop snoring, goddamn it!
All right, he's not here. Let's go.
Secret recipe, eh?
I mean, the President.
Want to make out?
Hello, this is Bob Woodward.
I know you.
Arlene Lorenzo and l...
Has something been on your mind lately?
Oh, fudge!
You're Deep Throat?
Or it could be even worse.
Well, first of all, we're not telling you.
You are really something.
-Can I carry the Charmin? -Yep, but no squeezing.
Give me a name, so when you call next, I'll know it's you.
And here they go and screw it up.
Jesus!
They walked in on the shredding.
There's a Haldeman. And there's an Erlichman.
Because I got contact lenses.
She understands.
But you don't know anybody.
...and I got this warm, tingly feeling inside.
I know them.
Do I have your word on that?
We'll be right there, Mom.
Not around here.
-What? -Come on.
-We brought your dog back. -We didn't know!
Really?
Is that your combined ages?
We were the Secret Youth Advisers.
You better! It'll be in the paper tomorrow.
Don't talk to me.
Give me those.
...when I come out after lunch.
Come on, Checkers.
Shouldn't you call him King Timahoe, sir?
Doesn't anybody realize that Kung Fu isn't Chinese?
I'm thinking of your thick cock on my stomach And me. Your stomach and belly are perfect.
We realized he was a jerk.
-Nice to have you here. -Thank you for having us.
...l had nothing to do with it, okay?
What, what? Don't you give me that look.
They hung up.
...there doesn't seem to be any point to it.
There's this song by Olivia Newton-John...
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove
Sounds very important.
...biting me in the ass!
Stick a needle in my eye!
Poo-poo.
Because I think he's a spy for Dick. No guy like that would go for my mom.
Do you mind?
Okay, who?