Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Beatbox me, Jack.
and we blame Santa way too much.
you have to sleep in a cold van on a dangerous street.
but they left their keys in it.
‐ You're wasting your time, Mom.
‐ Who's Marvin?
The best example of that was your Uncle Stan.
‐ I just like my after‐work Chardonnay.
‐ Too bad.
I'm so sorry. I don't want to turn out like Uncle Stan.
Now, how should we kill him?
‐ [gasps] Today's Little Stevie!
[tires squealing]
all: Mm‐hmm.
Harder!
‐ Come on, Duncan. Let's haul ass.
‐ Holy cannoli! This guy's boom‐batz!
‐ I can't wait to get into college
‐ Come play with me, Jack.
‐ God is good. God is good.
‐ I love family.
‐ Hey, you're new. I'm Uncle Stan.
and is that bucket in the corner what I think it's for?
‐ Yeah, it's probably best you didn't take that test.
‐ You think I'd throw you all out like I did Duncan?
‐ You know Men in Black isn't a real job.
‐ Not it! No! This is so unfair.
I'm gonna get famous for eating the most hot dogs
Uh, George Jetson.
‐ Cool, more heat for me.
‐ Oh, well, there's the door. You want to go, go.
[all scream]
‐ Yeah. Only an idiot would be impressed by this con man.
so we can't crap in it.
She calls 'em curb pirates.
‐ Out attic is filled with fast‐moving spiders
Plus, van sleep is good sleep.
‐ That's all I wanted to hear.
on Operation: Duncan's Dumb Decision.
‐ Collecting seashells? You bet ya.