Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

TINA: So President Gene Harrison-Ford Belcher
And as soon as you pass that sip test,
- What? - Huh? - What?
And I thank the people of Apple-achia for welcoming me
and they'd like to try to convince you
GENE: It's okay, Dad, you can go eat.
Come on, follow me. Let's move.
Why would Gene from the bank come to our dinner?
- [splashing] - It's coming out of everywhere!
all the new, innovative menu stuff
The recipe called for apples, but I used pears.
Not yet, and we've just received a message from the pears.
It is, kind of. You'll see.
- BOB: Chicken parmesan, Gene. - Oh.
Yay! Let's all eat our damn tide pods at the fucking table.
Your bread is buttered.
♪ I need all of you, I need your breast and thigh meat ♪
It's our system and it works.
If you can eat fish & chips for 30 minutes without puking or having liquid shit Then You Can Live A Normal Life
♪ Turkey, I need you beside me ♪
All I need is a jet pack and a napkin.
Mr. President, I understand. Be careful.
And that was the end. Until the sequel.
You know, 'cause we're pears.
- Um, what? - Mom was Gene's wife in my story.
He, uh, you know, he had to take off his helmet,
GENE: Because if I can't love it, I have to hate it, Father.
GENE: Well, I hope nothing goes wrong on this flight.
- Tina! - Yep, yep, moving on.
That doughboy is about to step into the oven.
He's gonna eat us and I like it.
And everyone was fine, and Gene was fine
- Don't rub it in! - Sorry, sorry.
So at the NASA, a bunch of people decided...
- Bread dough? - It's rising, don't touch it.
- Seems like the best plan. - Just have fun with it.
You know the drill.
- Pause for laughter. - [laughter]
- [weapon fires] - No...!
So, it was Thanksgiving Day, 1987.
- GAYLE: Gayle! - BOB: Fine.