Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The year my grandfather, a.K.A. Burt reynolds,

Family takes care of family, and that's no urban legend.

I just dusted, moved some boxes, drywalled,

Maybe a little one.

So that's why you're against this.

You keep saying that, but that's what we're doing.

Rule number 2, what's ours is yours.

That's because old people love shade.

Who wants flaming pumpkin shots?

Stop trying to move people in!

¶ but the past keeps getting clearer every day ¶

So you believed every stupid rumor you heard,

I'm working my ass off

Why are we even talking about this?

Anything good left?

Hey, snuggle bear.

Adult adam: As barry was laying down the laws of the bushido code,

I'm not anyone's slave. You didn't save my life.

(door opens) beverly: There you are!

Why does barry get to live on a commune while I'm stuck with you?

Fine. I'll tell her to go have some pizza with you.

This is not my fault.

Unfortunately, he didn't know pops was on a hot date.

(modern english's I melt with you playing)

Trust me, bevy.

And a seat in every shower.

Time for a cool-down.

Uh, sweetie, I think it's time to come home.

So I can bartend his parties.

I don't trust shady willows.

Adult adam: It was October 31, 1980-something,

Bevy, it's time we discussed other options.

Yeah, that didn't happen.

First of all, you spelled my name horribly wrong.

What are you talking about?