Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Merry Christmas to you.
What? No, not you guys.
GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! Ra da da!!! Don't fucking leave me!
two hundred and sixty-one, two, three dollars?
Taneil You get outta here
Kids Bed Now Bedtime
He was my mother's brother.
Why are you living
You know, I never know how much to tip the mailman.
And maybe, uh, cover the window with a big curtain,
Dig deeper.
You better watch your attitude, Chevy. I'm not!
SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP!!! (Me and Greg having gun.) Better put it down now!
Yeah, I like your hair that way. It's...
I used to do windows with my wife, Nadine.
Chevy! I had enough of you listening to KOLA 99.9! That’s it, I’m going to take all the radios to the trash. Mommy, stop it! Outside… (Serena smashed Part Boom FX, Alarm Clock, and QFX Radio) (Chevy gasps) (Chevy crying) My radio! It’s gone! You motherfucker!!! (Serena slapped Chevy) OWWW!!! Mommy no! You better watch your attitude, Chevy. I’m not!
Whoa. Are you hot?
These finger puppets have no arms.
I want the actual Olympic bobsled used in Cool Runnings.
You have to change it. Make it happy.
if I delivered mail one day a week.
Don't bother bringing the mistletoe to bed!
to give up your Christmas presents for Chet?
I'll wrap Mom's glasses.
Speaking of Christmas, here's my annual list of demands.
Yeah, he left me this unit in his will.
That's very theatrical. Are you gay?
Oh, your dry erase board.
Um, no, but all that matters
Mort's mom is coming to see it.
Tomorrow and then the next day and then the next day
You always want to make punch.
Look, I'm waving!
That's what you're going to do, Old St. Dick.
Oh, my God.
I think they're doilies.
Of what? Taking strange men into our basement?
You're lucky I don't
And maybe I can sneak out later while you cover for me.
Oh, now I understand.
Well, I don't care what you had to do.
No, kids, stay. Please stay.
Chet's crazy, Lin.
Yeah, peace on Earth, smut peddler!
You're going to go get Nadine.
Merry Christmas, Teddy. Happy holidays, Mort.
So, if you're a mannequin, you won't feel this!
Let's just, uh, focus on tomorrow's window.