Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, no. Hop in. With your bad back, I will drive.
Dear God She's wearing butt boobies
And walk on your butt, and left cheek, right cheek...
McMaynerbury? When will they learn?
Yeah, Peggy was telling me.
- Thank you, Gina. - Dr. Tate.
Hank Hill, Strickland Propane. Do not light any matches.
Not you. I was talking to Hank.
Gentlemen, you are looking at the next winner...
You have one butt cheek bigger than the other, just like my feet.
Peggy, to the medical supply store.
Are you a patient of Dr. Tate?
HANK: Yeah, we're made for each other.
Pretty good, I guess.
that I am fully capable of handling on my own.
and sit anywhere you want.
Fine. You're all fired from my pit crew.
Phil. Six-and-a-half years.
That is a medical device prescribed by an orthopedic physician.
Excuse me. I think you could use it, too.
Hank, take my ass.
Remember me, Hank?
And I'll say this to you, and to you, and to you:
It's a prosthetic you wear over your backside...
Cramp! Gut it out!
Yeah, but sooner or later someone will find out.
Those two bags are filled with saline.
Get your cheeks down off that line and get yourself back in the race.
Mr. Hill, you have no ass.
Can you tell I've got something on back there?