Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

About that. I'm not sure I'm Ranger material. I'm thinking about hanging up my kerchief.

The good news is, in the time I've been locked up, I realised just how to do that.

OK, Dudley Do-Right's gone.

I wish he'd get sick like ET.

- Oh, no! The power went out. - Oh, my God! They've struck again!

Yeah, it's pretty bad. I think it's the transformer.

Are you kidding? Smith, you take things too far.

Steve, do you believe in magic?

I'll be better than good. I'll be fun! Starting now.

Guard! Oh, wait a second. It's a front hook. I see it. I see it.

2 x 2 x 2 x 11 = 88

- The big C. - Cancer?

- The ability to walk through walls? - I don't know.

That's the kind of leather I want for the couch.

Good God! I'm the terrorist!

How ya doin'? Seriously, I genuinely wanna know.

You still have friends, like the washing machine, and the family of skillets.

- Say hi to Betty for me. - I would, but she died six months ago.

- Have you lost your mind? - It's the only logical explanation.

You don't think we'd really lock up our neighbours, do you?

Jim, look. Behind this bush. There's a turd made of solid gold.

You forgot your wrench.