Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And the missiles are like, "Oh, praise Jesus! Can I hear an amen?"
I feel terrible.
Dead Poets Society has destroyed a generation of educators.
Oh, oh. Reporter Cletus, Outhouse Times-Picayune.
Gotta look at that bird.
Beer! Your feelings are ugly & wrong!
And so President Kennedy says to Khrushchev:
...so they'll never have to teach again.
One of us! One of us! One of us! One of us!
...we have ourselves a nominee.
...just so I can feel something.
I can't believe you went to the movies with the teacher.
Mm-hm.
Excuse me. I have an emergency page from mother.
And the winner will be decided by one final question...
Even worse than what I did in Nam.
Well, I didn't win Teacher of the Year.
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