Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Think you're gonna hide behind the coma?
I know, but my fellow cartographer
about aunt Gwen all these years.
Teach me that.
Okay, three-digit number, obviously.
A standoff of sorts.
Nonsense.
There's nothing we can do about that.
I think it was Brigitte Nielsen's weight.
Led me right to you.
And you've chosen to keep bailing her out
What? I'm afraid our time's up.
I know what a hug is, dad.
Don't let them in here.
Hmm.
Oh, "cahn't" you?
I've lived here for 18 months.
Your aunt is a miracle worker,
#1347 #5667 #3099 #4359
across the street. Sober up, Klaus.
Okay, let's get to the bottom of this.
Michael Edward Upton is dying, and I must go to him.
Wait, you smoked in the science lab?!
So the first number is 2.
Mom, why did you frame her?
So, I'm gonna wash up, and then you're driving me
Stan, Steve, Gwen's here!