Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now, you want to make dinner conversation?

"...will be hurled into the ooze by her loving son-in-law, Earl Sinclair."

How should I know, Fran? Nobody ever died of getting old before.

Uh, Mom, could I talk to you for a second?

-Your Grandpa Louie was such a fisherman. -Ah.

FRAN: I mean, since we're domesticated now,

all dinosaurs, upon reaching their... (MUTTERS)

four hours before she got hurled.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

-Don't screw it up! -Yes, sir... No, sir.

Now, she's depending on you to throw her in that nice section of the tar pit

Leon! Oh, I’ll throw him.

Well, then I guess my life means nothing, Dad.

Ah, thanks for the great stuff, Grandma.

to say what it was like in there?

Noah Edward Beleno! Oh, God. My whole name.

You're losing elevation.

-(EARL SIGHS) -Maybe, there are things

Oh, thank you, sweetheart. I had my scales done for the occasion.

Yeah, the biggest.

I said I'm sorry.

-(GASPS) -And five kisses.

Aren't you worried about what's going to happen to you tomorrow?

Fran, I'm not letting your mother move into my house

You want to sleep on the couch for the rest of your life?

-(DRAWER OPENING) -So, drink, Sinclair?

-(SIGHS) Not for long. -(ROY LAUGHING) Yeah.

Oh! Snatch me bald-headed!

-by your sudden lack of cruelty. -(DRINK POURING)