Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Peter, I don't want you drinking too much. You're driving us all home.
"from the top of Mount Olympus."
- It's picked up by the Bills...
It's just called a football.
Well, did you try crossing your legs? Yes!
Rules? What are the rules? How do you make points?
Don't worry. That wasn't our line. Here comes our line.
- Over here. - No, no, no, the really cartoony gays?
I love you, Daddy.
2 x 13 x 167 = 4342
if we're gonna be in 'em for more than two hours.
Well, I already texted Bonnie.
You know, I am gonna channel this anger into something useful.
What the... Where the hell are we?
followed by Japanese Abe Lincoln, and then monkey rabbi.
Yes, I'll sign for that, thank you very much. Oh, boy.
Why is there never any parking downtown?
I don't know where they're getting all this weed.
Serengeti and meatballs.
13 x 353 = 4589
in A minor.
you'd be carrying 'em around on your shoulders!
Oh, no.
I gave that guy three Super Bowls, and he never smiled once.
It's very important.
- Oh, come here, you!
It's time someone told God to stay where he belongs,
Get over here, little man. This flight is cleared for liftoff.
Huh. Peter does kind of have a point.
Okay, okay, shh, here he comes.
Yeah, come on, God.
Quick, Peter, say something
Would you just leave me alone? I've got work to do.
Oh, okay, you're on.
All right, coach, another surefire equation for comedy is tragedy plus time.
With a five-point lead and only 10 seconds left,
Check in with Shirley.