Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Greetings, senator!
Well, where are you? At U.S. Bates' house?
Daddy, are you okay?
A little light.
Just because your dad owns one...
I want you to play with kids.
There's nothing there! No Slushi!!
Eric! Come on, Scoop. Get up! Time to go to work.
I can't be wrapped unless you have ribbon or something soft.
I'm the new cleaning lady.
- No, gotta make a plate. - Is there anything you don't know?
- Why did you stick up for me? - I want you to stay.
- Right, Jack? - Yeah, we were just playing a game.
It's against the law, isn't it?
Thank you, Mr. Bates.
And a pink Continental.
Your father is very strange. Now take the picture.
Spoilsport
Ki Hhhhn
That'll surprise a lot of your voters.
He's raising money for the KKK fund.
- I mind. - I don't want him to get angry here.
All right, I'll pay you on an hourly basis, sir.
You know, if you were a little less hysterical...
- 1500. - Deal.
- You want to talk to me? - I don't know if you remember me.
"Thats U.S.... not you Ass
...head of accounting, go.
...about the wonderful job you've done with U.S.'s son.
And a mink coat.
Anybody seen the little monster this morning?
- For every goal? Okay. - That's one year!
Now, Eric, you get in the tub. And you, out!
Your father said...
I don't want to be a Wonder-Wheel murderer.
Your son came along and asked them...
I'm okay.
And they won't want no sad pandas. And no camels.
Good boy. You want your submarine?
He's gonna want to see all of this. So you know your job.
- Jesus! - Aren't we full of surprises?
I don't feel like playing anymore.
- But it's the truth. - The truth?
Take them in and book them.
Yes, sir!
- You can't talk. - He's clean!
- Well, Rasputin, what's next? - I want to go back to school.
- What are you doing? - Wow, this is... Are you kidding me?
- It's none of your damn business. - What's it like?
- You know that job I offered you? - On the newspaper?
He treats people like nothing. Didn't you read our paper?
There's no reason for you to go back to camp.
- Well, here they are now. - Hi, U.S. How are you?
And Bates sent them over on a 747, first class.
Cover your lip.
If you have a friend, you ask them.
One, two, one, two... Thank you.
- A jail? - Yes!
Now!
Miracle Wonder Wheel! The best one!
I want my clothes!
Didn't you see All the President's Men?
- Put that pie down! - I didn't throw the first pie.
- Got a license to drive on the steps? - I don't need one. I'm Eric Bates.
I'm trying to talk to you.
Thank you. That's more than the floor is.
The only black people you hire do windows, mop floors...
- Come on. - "Come on."
You're not going to sell it, right?
- Know what's on that floor? - No.
- He's the son of our... - Boss.
Step in my office.
Right next to a motel.
Power to the people. Right on.