Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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