Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Really?
- I'm sorry. - I can't leave without this loan.
All wood. You must go. Go now!
- Anyway, I called the bank today. - How did that go?
Was I surprised by what I found.
- Your shoes? - Yeah. That's my shoe closet.
- I don't want it to fall down. - I know you don't.
I called to tell you I talked to Miles Hahn today.
Why won't you tell me your score?
- That is good. - Congratulations.
- I can hear them chewing. - Who?
- I'm not. Am I eager? - Put your paws down.
Therefore, there's nothing I can do.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the new uniforms...
Think fast.
What? But I couldn't possibly...
- Well, actually... - You know, Mr. Hahn...
- I liked it. Very John Waters. - Thank you.
Lou, come on up here. Take a bow.
- What's this, Sunday night tea? - I did this for your own good.
- And the money? - You won't have to deal with that now.
I'm not going in with my mommy, especially since I left my blankie at home.
Be true to your school
who's walking in off the street and asking for a loan.
I guess we should get down to business.
- Mom, stop. - You took my pen.
- The wood is old and rotting. - It is not old and rotting.
Man, you suck as a liar.
- Gross. - Four crawled up my nose.
- They're not too bright. - Okay, so we have termites.
Perhaps it's time to offer them a lap dance.
Wonderful. I'll have the papers drawn up today.
Coffee's on its way. Why don't we go in and sit down?
this moment might make it all worth it.
We have to stop talking to people.
and I know that the only reason you did is because of my mother...
- Nice outfit. - Thank you.
And now all of a sudden, you're peppy.
By 'people' you mean me.
Mom, why are you here?
Hold on.
With their creepy little fangy teeth...
Thanks for coming over.