Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

When that Ghetto D Makes you pass out

What could be worse than finding out I'm still a virgin?

my hair is falling out, and I have a bunion the size of my fist.

I'm sorry, sweetheart.

- I'm sorry, Uncle Phil. - Sorry?

I don't know. I think I was still high.

you know, drugs?

Listen, sweetie, the first time I came into this hospital...

I swear I'll never make fun of him again.

Hey, man, don't you even worry about me. I'm gonna be there.

Somebody call a cop, 'cause it got to be illegal to look that good.

Cindy. Cindy. Cindy.

I'll go to Church every Sunday. I'll even give up women.

Finish this tune...

Good morning, Uncle Phil. Here's your lunch.

Thanks a lot for covering for me, man.

Y ou know, Will, if it turns out tonight is the big night...

I don't know where Carlton would be right now.

but now I'm clean and sober.

Those pills that you took weren't vitamins.

And for your information, dinner comes first.

I mean, I had basketball practice, and I had finals, and everything...

I'm sorry, but that's standard procedure with all our substance-abuse patients.

I know, Uncle Phil, I mean...

We still have to mix his aspirin in with applesauce.

Look, I don't know. Look, check my locker, man.

My son could have died because of you.