Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I just need you to scribble down your John Hancocks, right here.
And David Bowie music was pumped into the headrest.
they're gonna wanna take a picture of the big winner for The Chronicle.
And even if you are "like me," you're still a boy.
They see me as a kindred spiritltaller version of themselves.
To quote Bill Maher, new rules.
Kitchen, living room, bedroom, we could set up a little nursery.
We should. Your dad would have liked that.
Forty-nine... Sorry, folks, ride's closing.
No one's chasing you.
Right, you can't talk still.
It spins, it whirls, it's a hee-haw fire-cracking whirligig!
We should take the Lewis and Clark Trail.
Right.
Destroyed because...
- What? No, that's not... - We're the same.
He likes bird sounds.
- Who? - Exactly.
- You gonna listen to me now? - Yes.
Change your shirts and your underwear.
That Mom likes me better now.
Like us, like everybody.
- What are you gonna do? - I don't know.
You need to keep your hat on at all times.
Shane. Get over yourself. No one cares.
Hey, Bruce, get the fuck out of the line, you cutter.
Okay? It's just fun.
except for a linty car French fry.