Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Dumb kids. Know-it-alls.

What do you want?

Oh, God, this place!

What's the matter? Do you see something?

I'd better look.

Somebody turned on the lights at the archery range.

We keep statistics. We have more accidents, more rapes, more robberies...

Move it out. Move it out. Okay, little to the left. Now... No, no.

- Where are they? - I don't know. Come on.

It's got a death curse!

Please! Oh, please!

We rolled for you. You're going last.

Stop, please! Please! Stop!

When I looked into that mirror, I knew I'd always be ugly.

His wife was a nervous wreck until we got him home.

If Kamala Wins, We’re All DOOMED‼️

Oh. I'm so glad!

Nobody said anything about snakes.

We'll be laughing about this tomorrow, I promise.

- I think it's a pretty color. - Okay.

He's been up there a year fixing up that place. Must have dropped $25,000.

- Is there anything else you want? - No, thanks, Sandy. I'm fine.

- I'll have a counselor bring me back. - Why not?

I hate when people call them kids. Sounds like little goats.

- Trouble? - Yeah. A bad bulb or no power.

- Who's that? - A guy named Ralph. The town crazy.

But when you've had a dream as long as I have, you'll do anything.

- More beer? More beer. - Let's see. A railroad.

...and then the sound stops.

...and the blood washes away in little rivers...

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What can I say? It's not much, but I call it home.

Wait until he lands on my old Kentucky home.

If you'd mix this stuff right, you'd get all the protein you need.

What am I gonna do?

- I hate Monopoly! - Not the way I play it.

Your folks are on the way up.