Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and I'm the K-I-D, the Kid Capri!
No, Tracy suits your you so much better.
If I attach that rocket to your back, I could get rid of you.
-(SCREAMS) Oh, my gosh! Somebody help me! -Okay. That's not gonna work.
Sunset, I've been going over the numbers and I'm gonna have to get another job.
-Oh, Sunset! -(SOBBING)
Sacrebleu! (MUTTERS ANGRILY)
They'll make you scream!
You're not broke!
MICHAEL: Ugh.
The minimum for phenomenal. (CHUCKLES)
(HORN BLARES)
And get rid of those disgusting outfits!
PENNY: You're so dramatic, Michael. It does not.
Well, that explains everything.
(WHISPERING) Chips, ix-nay on the ign-say.
LaBrea.
Me, too.
That depends, Peabo.
Mira, hypocrita. Dos caras, te voy a...
I'm Kid Capri!
"Matteo and I this," "Matteo and I that."
Not on the ones and twos.
which is the absolute minimum for fabulous.
It's about to be, "Mr. I got my butt whipped by the Snack Master,"
I left my green tea mask at home anyway.
(IN ENGLISH) You must be out your mind. Nobody replaces my Papi.
So, there's no theme, Sis?
What if you did this?
It's what we do.
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
Where did she go?
It's "A Night In Paris," Sis.