Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I was big man on campus until my senior year...
I'm stuck in a dead-end job again. The kids will hate me...
...we had a problem with fish sticks at lunch.
...offsetting the one-time cost, for a net savings of $5--
Three cents' worth of sauce could save us hours in labor.
Saving it for a rainy day, right?
I want you to weave your magic with my executives.
-What do you want? -I came by to tell you you're fired.
Out of tartar sauce. They call this a portion?
K is for key
Got that speech in five minutes. You're not going to hang yourself?
-Proceed, Smithers. -Our first issue is low productivity...
-Who told you? -You did.
Come here, you.
Why get nothing while a guy who loses a finger hits the jackpot?
-Stop wasting our time. -Shut up!
Backrubs for harried executives. I'll show you.
Dimoxinil can help me grow as much or as little hair as I want to.
-I'm a big fool. -No, you're not.
The tartar sauce, the bathroom key, drying your boss's hands.
...but no insurance plan covers something as frivolous as Dimoxinil!
Who could've imagined that reforms would pay off so quickly?