Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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