Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No. I'm a screwup. I burned down our house.
Quit your daydreaming, melonhead.
...to a great scientist.
But when I do it, it's cute.
...is actually a mild form of poisoning.
So to you, Mr. And Mrs. Erotic American, I bid...
Jeez! If it's in a book, it's gotta be true.
- Dad! - Son!
After years of disappointment with get-rich-quick schemes, I know I'm gonna get rich. And quick!
What I meant to say is, we'll snuggle tomorrow, sweetie.
That medicine seems to be giving your son a lot of gas.
you threw it on the ground in a fit of passion.
This isn't very erotic. I think it's an actual utility room.
You want me to spend more time with Dad?
Where is my renter's license?
I hadn't thought about that far thing ahead before.
Stromboli Tells Honest John To Be Quiet and Shut Up!
No, honey. It's a romantic fantasy. I imagine I'm the janitor, and you're...
You, president? This is the greatest country in the world.