Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

BOBBY: More juice, crazier straw. PEGGY: Roger that.

Apparently, there is a local rock band named Cedar Fever...

Tony's Pizza will do nicely until Dad installs my kitchen grill.

Hank, I can give her a good home.

Those two look more alike after a week than you did after 10 years.

Pack your bags, you flaky bastards! Dust mop!

And for less than the cost of cleaning the house...

[Toaster clinks]

Bobby's a big boy, Peggy. Can't hang on forever.

She's slept at the foot of our bed for 13 years.

Hank, remember what I told the doctor. You should not even touch Ladybird.

- Don't blame Ladybird, blame me. - Of course I blame you!

MINH: Hey, Peggy Hill!

We got some of your mail here.

You know, 80% of a dog's heat loss is through its pads.

HANK: You're ready?