Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So in a way, it's like I'm your son.
...so I was forced to do these children's parties to make a living.
I wrote a fan letter to you when I was a child in Texas...
Is the blond girl really your girlfriend?
Professor Proton said I should call him Arthur.
- No. - Just as well.
Whatever we want. Hang out, do experiments...
Come on, I'll race you...
You mean the guy who used to host that lame kids show?
I got him for 20 bucks on eBay.
I am.
See, I told you I'd find a tactful way to do that.
I still can't sleep.
She's having risotto for dinner.
Son of a bitch, she's gone!
- Hi. - Hello.
- How's this look? - It's fine.
Professor Proton was never late when he was on TV.
Give her a choice of home fries or an English muffin.
- Well, where'd she go? - I don't know. She didn't leave a note.
...what this is.