Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[groans]
- Well, actually I had a pretty complicated plan.
- Now, hopefully, this hurts yours.
So then I shot a rocket-propelled RPG
- Got some kind of fiber optic setup here.
- No.
* Oh, Cadillac, blackjack, baby meet me out back *
We were so locked into a rhythm.
- They get a time-out.
* *
- Ha! Afraid of the fucking dark.
* *
- Master MacGruber.
But because of you two, I remember again.
Where'd you go, you coward!
- What the fuck?
Now let me show you how to throw yours.
- Aww. When have I ever lied to you?
My father's down there. I can feel it.
* To do the boot scootin' boogie *
because she also has your son inside of her.
ate that shit up like a fucking pot roast.
Like we have a thousand penises.
they always blame it on someone else,
when little boys are rude to their daddies.
[suspenseful music]
for, like, every country in the world.
- You killed Mom?
But you were so young at the time
- * MacGruber *
From birth, that simple axiom is drilled into our heads,
on our local power grid.
- What's that?
Now, let me know if either of you guys
- Peekaboo.
- Hey, Pipe, I'm gonna go grab another Molson.
- Freeze! Federal agent!