Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Remember that one idea he had where the seats flipped,
No, it wasn't cool.
Geez, God!
I can't believe I have to convince you guys to go to a giant carnival.
- What did we just talk about? - Cursing, violence.
I could be a carny.
- How was he? - Great. Napped most of the day.
Yeah. And he always took us to that one at Six Flags, like every other weekend.
Are you kidding? I owe Dana thousands in child support.
...how much fucking government-subsidized corn we can grow on that land?
Really? Okay.
We could stay at national parks, up in the mountains. Anywhere.
- Understood? - Yeah.
Hey.
- Why? - You're the guru of off the grid.
Wash it down with a little bit of ice-cream.
How about this, Cheech?
I have to disappear now. Good luck with your crime.
That settles it. We're going.
Shut up, you coward!
That baby doesn't look Mexican.
Randy and Michael.