Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You and I have had a lot of tough times, Earl.
Hey, hey, look at this. Roy, Roy, look. Hey, buddy, take a look at these beauties.
But tradition gives us one great equalizer...
Only if it's fattening.
I won't, Woodrow.
Maybe, it's better to keep them than throw them away.
And tell him to stop asking such aggressive questions.
(ALL LAUGH)
(MOCKINGLY) Ethyl! (CHUCKLES).
Today, I, your eldest elder, am...
There she goes!
"Marriages, Births, Dismemberments, Large bites, Hurlings."
-Okay, I'm ready. -No, you're not, Grandma.
ETHYL: Robert, stop this. It's dangerous out this early in the morning.
I'm throwing her. I married you so I could throw her.
"Love, Robbie Sinclair."
Earl, it's supposed to be a solemn and holy day.
-Yep. -SID: Hey, Earl!
and today is, surprise, still a tree pusher.
Not the Brain! , Not the Brain!
Ethyl! I'm throwing her.
She's only old because she's lived a long time.
And this day shall be known as...
Now do you see why old dinosaurs go into the tar?
But, has anybody ever climbed back out of the tar pit,
she has to live in a cold, drafty hole in the wrong side
could you make it that guys also get to hurl their mother-in-laws?
those who knew me will lift a glass and say,
(MUTTERS)
we could learn from her.
Hurling Day.
this afternoon on Mr. Ugh.
Change of schedule, Ethyl. We're taking off early.
-(DOORBELL RINGS) -FRAN: Earl, Mother's here.
Ethyl?
-is there life after that? -For me, there is.
Everything's hungry.
-it's really a barbaric ritual, Dad. -It's not barbaric! It's holy and solemn.
-Yeah, get your foot off the brake. -Oh, shut up.
uh, here.
-(EARL CHUCKLES) -Earl, this is Mother's big day.