Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's usually no more than a bucket.

Okay, Mr. Brink, here we go.

Your butt looks so great in those shorts!

I can't turn this in.

Steve, you're up.

They have families.

I can't believe you discovered a lost tribe.

You worked so hard to get ready.

Are you good at bowling?

You didn't even go to school there.

Hey, where's my Oscar?

I'm an archeologist!

Take off your shirt and throw it to me.

diarrhea more often than not.

I know, but it's just...

It's an Oscar, for God's sake.

♪ Welcome to the limit

We're just slamming away. Dad! I-I'm here with the guys on speakerphone.

You did it! Yay! We love you, Roger!

♪ The power game's still playing ♪

Remember, the goal is to finish.

MAN (over loudspeaker): On your marks. Get set.

(Roger chuckles)

(cheering and whooping)

He's right-- it's pointless.

Ugh! Roger, don't listen to him.

I'd be drenched in sweat.

"Dipsy Dye: Do a dip of Dipsy and you're done." It was supposed to add just a "hint of pale pink." A hint of pale pink!

Actually, we prefer to be called "actors" now, as well.

Dad, what do Mom's boobs look like?

(beep) See, Mr. Brink?

A guy punched me in my face,

Stel Y-trap! Stel Y-trap!

(primitive music playing)

(song ends) Host this, Doogie Howser.

Sit down, Franny.

I can't believe I wasted all that effort on you for nothing.

(crickets chirring)