Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's very touching, kid, but we gotta find us a place to hide out...
And don't try to erase the tape. It's magna-proofed.
Maybe this will teach my folks to believe me.
Okay. Tie these two up and we'll hit the kitchen for some chow.
Jane, his wife
Hold it. Hold it a minute. I'll call in the police artist.
It's the billionth rerun of The Flintstones.
As I said, we took a vote and you lost.
Oh, boy. You hear that, Janey?
Big guy. Two little guys.
There's nothing worse than showing up at work covered with dog hairs.
Just leave my allowance in the usuaI place and I'll have it picked up.
Fetch a policeman. Fetch a policeman.
...divided by the supersonic equation.
That's it. Now, don't forget it. Keep saying it. Now, fetch a policeman.
Coffee? Coming up.
No, no, no. He's got to be taught a lesson.
Hold it. Hold it, everybody.
Yeah. Well, I'm hungry.
...no TV in the classroom?
Sorry, it was unanimous. This is the end of the line.
I was hoping we'd be welcome.
He'll never get over it.
...a fried egg capsule, a chicken chow mein pill.
He'll be punished when his parents play his report tape:
You better fly home, you and that mutt of yours. Come on, let's go.