Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We can. We can totally do that! Let's do it right now.
Hello?
Francine, I,ve told you, sandwiches should be cut in triangles... like a neatly folded flag. What am I supposed to do with this rectangular monstrosity?
- Lose,em! - Duck!
I was trying to settle on a pair of sunglasses when I realized how we could get the money.
Good God, woman! Couldn't you have just had a Red Bull and a sugar cookie?
Where's Francine? Oh, God, I hope she's not mad at me for-
about the street racer you saw last night.
Well, okay. But we,re not getting back together. This isn't a make-up quest.
- I,m going to the kitchen. - Cool. I,m gonna decorate this page with glitter.
Not it!
in the entire kingdom of Krapnor.
Nuh-uh. I,m gonna kick your ass.
Not ready? I,ve been watching you for four years!
And you,re not allowed to use the muscles in your legs.
Kubalek, work your dwarfish magic on that portal.
You talk a big game, but what do you say...
- What are those? - My Rod Stewart albums!
once again, your strong arm has proved...
- Halt, fair stranger! - Out of my way, dork of ages.
Shut up!
Peasant! I am not Steve.
- Yes, great one? - Give us a lively tune for butt searching.
So, Dad, what do you mean? OK, Runt. Hmm... At dinner... I just think there the reason we come in different bags!
- Klaus, he's gonna kill me. - Say Agathor's name backwards.