Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, uh, diane, You're bowling?

What of art and philosophy?

Listen, we were over Having a celebration

I could read between frames,

Oh, who's taking care Of the bar, here?

Gentlemen of cheers.

What are you talking about?

And then they rammed 'em Down our throats.

All right, we're number 1!

All right, well, I'm gonna go fire woody up.

Thank you very much For helping me beat gary.

And hits old sully Right between the eyes,

W-what tragedy? What tragedy?

The sturdy, Reinforced frames,

What shred of dignity We have left

Yeah, cliff, the less Of your face showing, The better.

The high-tech, shatterproof Reflective lenses

* Taking a break From all your worries *

* Our troubles Are all the same *

"Something's missing."

I'm afraid of heights, And someone has very cold hands.

Or that I can't bend over.

What are you doing here?

Once i maimed a man In a bowling accident.

You only came here To rub our noses in it.

Is that what it was?

For "hi, sailor"?

Wasn't as happy as it Usually is when we beat you.

So i came over here To do it now.

You see, All those other sports

Quiet, you guys.