Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

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

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

You're losing elevation.

Leon! Oh, I’ll throw him.

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

-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

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

Now, you want to make dinner conversation?

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

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

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

-(GASPS) -And five kisses.

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

Oh! Snatch me bald-headed!

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

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

Ah, thanks for the great stuff, Grandma.

four hours before she got hurled.

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

Yeah, the biggest.

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

-(EARL SIGHS) -Maybe, there are things

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

to say what it was like in there?

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

I said I'm sorry.