Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She's doing it!
Do it, Mom!
Sorry. She's with me now.
Why are you wrapping the TV remote?
Happy holidays.
Okay, that is not enough for an apartment.
That's important to a woman.
It's okay. What's past is past.
and in the newspaper's Christmas Countdown.
is going to be our best Christmas!
You also told me to not surprise you
"Talking to Uncle Ernie" would be great code for going a poop.
I got a tool to remove security tags.
♪ Father Christmas, give us some money... ♪
How many times did I tell you to clean your room? No, wait!
Okay, Chet. We're closed.
I want a dry erase board.
Oh.
How much did Uncle Ernie leave you?
No popcorn, only waffle! We don't sell freaking waffle!
Kiss her.
You go! Shane, stay!
What? What is... what is she saying?
Including when Sal over there gave me this track suit.
I'm just zoning out.
I'm Tina. Shoes on or off?
Kids, bed… now.
You better watch your attitude, Chevy. I'm not!
I'm not one of those murder mannequins
It was a joke at first but now I unironically love the ghali alien
People are coming to see this.
We're on the news. The restaurant...
Oh, you're married?
and then the next day and then the next day
It was a joke at first, but now I'm starting to expect it.
It's not here yet, but I want to go on record and say
Thanks again for letting me stay here.
Hey! Bring the waffle! (crashes) Security!!!
Excuse me, who is/was this guy?
We could help, even if it means going to Paris or Milan.
What the hell is it?
Wow. I got to say that really hit me.
I'm just zoning out
Don't bother bringing the fucking mistletoe to bed!
Seriously? You're all willing
You get out of here!
Release the personal massagers.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
he needs a penis.
:58 be like... OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! DRIVE!!! DRIVE YOUR FUCKING CAR!!! WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING SLOW?!?! HOW THE, DO YOU EXPECT ME, TO MAKE IT TO MY DESTINATION, WHEN THERE'S NO OTHER LANE, FOR ME TO DRIVE IN?!?! YOU ARE SO, GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING SLOW!!! The end, or whatever.
"A Christmas Poem" by Linda Belcher Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die Of Diarrhoea, Die, Die, Die, Die,
Um, no.
Hey, no kids in here.
Oh, it's a Christmas miracle.