Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There's nothing you can do about taxes.

Just remember. Let Daddy do all the talkin'.

- He ratted you out, Mac. - Apparently, you called him a nerd, Mac.

"Blasted in the ass"?

- How could you say that? - If I hear one more flip-flop out of you...

That was fun, I feel like a gangster!

"This you should vote me.

- I was talking to her. - Look, Jack...

Not gonna happen. I want that tape.

- Yeah. Pretty sweet, right? - Totally sweet.

Somebody is gonna make a ton of money off my roommate.

Charlie traded me his whole collection...

if that handsome young gentleman over there kissed it.

You want my union to back your roommate...

This pretty little lady is not only my daughter.

Why couldn't we just meet in your apartment?

Are you trying to solicit a bribe from me?

Retard. I'm talking about taking Dennis to Atlantic City...

Charlie? Campaign manager. You don't need a blazer.

That’s politics, bitch!

- We gotta fire Frank. - He's my dad, Charlie. I don't know.

Are those those stupid cards where babies are doing disgusting things?

I'm gonna buy myself a car. I am gonna drive as far away from this goddamn city...

That's flip-flopping, That's what Democrats do!

I myself am a problem solver...

- That was uncalled for. - Mmm.

You look like a whore.

We have to pretend you're both.

- No, I don't. - Yeah, you do.

- Uh, Garbage Pail Kids. - Heavin' Steven.