Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hank, you won the big game.
Well, she's got a point.
it might be nice, for a change, to have dinner...
You're right. It's my fault.
She's my wife.
They opened fire and blew my shins off.
You're sure it's okay for me to be out of school today, Grandpa?
I made it to an island.
Bobby Hill! Get over here this instant!
COTTON: Kill it, boy.
More subdued and drab
[Burping] V.
Remember that, Hank?
She is not my mother. Hell, we went to kindergarten together.
I don't want any, Grandpa Hill.
Not because I have to, Hank...
We were hot. Took them off.
So I rushed them. But it was a trap.
I can sleep on the couch, Mom.
You think that'll really happen to me?
Come one, grease monkey! Let’s Tango!
Permission granted!
Everybody hates you.