Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- No. You have to run. - No, I don't.
So that's it? I'm fired? This is bullshit!
- What are you doin'? - I'm gonna go collect my money.
You better not!
- What has voting ever done? - Why... Since wh... What has...
That's politics, bitch
Frank. Frankie, I gotta talk to you.
- It's not safe. - Is that Frank's trench coat?
Okay.
Deandra, it's just some jerk gettin' into office...
Yeah. You're goin' away for a long time...
- If we use a gun, we're gonna need a silencer. - A gun?
- It's a million-dollar bill pal. - Yeah. A million-dollar bill.
The Super Bowl is one big ass blast
- These are priceless. - What are you guys lookin'at?
he was sent home for the statutory rape of a teenage camper.
- Oh. - Frank's just gettin' in the way here.
What is with you two? Come on!
You got the script that I wrote? Grab the script.
"Thank you. Thank you.
- Are we? - Oh, yeah.
Otherwise, Marvin here is gonna have to take care of you.
I'm walkin' outta here. I don't need this shit.
A vote for Dennis Reynolds is a vote for underage rape.
- Bro, you have to drop out. - Why?
This is a brilliant idea... "hobo-vertising."
Uh, no. They're the amazing cards where babies are doing hysterical things.
Dude, you and my dad share this futon?
- Whoa! Whoa! All right. - You bitch!
- Jack Stanford. - Frank Reynolds.
Let's hurry. The battery on this drains like a tub.
to get involved in politics.
Let's give the guy a chance to prove himself.
Take a look at that hair... Kennedy hair.
- I couldn't help but notice your adorable baby. - Oh, thank you.
What are you talkin' about?
a woman in politics is like a donkey doing calculus
No, no. Okay. Rape?