Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Don't worry. I have a plan. - Well, it's about time.
Steve-o, you can't mean that. I'm your alien.
No, Mr. Pibb earns his paycheck.
And I'll never be too busy for you. You're my alien.
...and taking Steve with you to your home planet.
Mr. Pibb, the cornerstone of our love.
I said I'll get you when I'm ready!
Give it up, buttface. He's my alien now.
When you have codependency...
My lungs.
If you were my alien, I'd play with you all day...
That's our favorite spousal-abuse movie of all time.
Chlorine. Bromine. Crap.
...and it's no walk in the... I can't even get through that thought.
Steve, I think you're cleaning your glasses with your mom's panties.
Beat it. Roger never wants to see you again.
Do you really have to go right this second?
All the other men are dead, and the sonar's shot.
- Roger, you ruined... - Science. Up high.
Wasn't the speaker supposed to be Colin Powell?
Chowing down on Dunkaroos
And those shoes didn't help.
Every day was Tanqueray
Okay, Henry, gotta go. Thank you. Be good.
You can jump in the basket, and we'll go play.
Mr. Pibb has really seen us through some times, hasn't he?
But every night, he returns to this very factory...
Check it out. I blinded us with science.