Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Not the Brain! , Not the Brain!

Hey, hey, look at this. Roy, Roy, look. Hey, buddy, take a look at these beauties.

-(EARL CHUCKLES) -Earl, this is Mother's big day.

Maybe, it's better to keep them than throw them away.

-Yeah, get your foot off the brake. -Oh, shut up.

-it's really a barbaric ritual, Dad. -It's not barbaric! It's holy and solemn.

Earl, it's supposed to be a solemn and holy day.

You and I have had a lot of tough times, Earl.

Everything's hungry.

Today, I, your eldest elder, am...

she has to live in a cold, drafty hole in the wrong side

I'm throwing her. I married you so I could throw her.

-is there life after that? -For me, there is.

ETHYL: Robert, stop this. It's dangerous out this early in the morning.

-Okay, I'm ready. -No, you're not, Grandma.

-Yep. -SID: Hey, Earl!

But, has anybody ever climbed back out of the tar pit,

we could learn from her.

"Marriages, Births, Dismemberments, Large bites, Hurlings."

this afternoon on Mr. Ugh.

And tell him to stop asking such aggressive questions.

could you make it that guys also get to hurl their mother-in-laws?

Only if it's fattening.

But tradition gives us one great equalizer...

Ethyl! I'm throwing her.

There she goes!

She's only old because she's lived a long time.

and today is, surprise, still a tree pusher.

Change of schedule, Ethyl. We're taking off early.

"Love, Robbie Sinclair."

Now do you see why old dinosaurs go into the tar?

those who knew me will lift a glass and say,

(MOCKINGLY) Ethyl! (CHUCKLES).

I won't, Woodrow.

-(DOORBELL RINGS) -FRAN: Earl, Mother's here.

And this day shall be known as...