Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sometimes, things just disappear for no logical reason.

He's Laotian. Ain't ya, "Mister Kahn"

PEGGY: I hope you're all hungry.

And I won't let him grow up to be a woman-hating old fool.

But Grandpa said I could...

A man's gotta tell a woman when to stop eating.

And you've made it so hard for him, he's afraid to ask.

Hey there, Mr. Quarterback.

So I'm buying you a hooker!

No, I don't think so.

but there are a lot of other things that I'm supposed to do.

[Clears throat]

Cotton, I'll do the dishes. I like to.

All right. Who wants the first ride?

She's moody. Must be PBS.

Mr. Kahn! My bags!

Let's go. Take them off.

Put some cornpone on them hips.

HANK: That's the dangdest thing.

That's woman's work. Ain't that right, fellas?

You got a real gun.

Oh, yeah? Well, Luanne hates him, too. That means we're even.

PEGGY: Come on! I will fix you a to-go plate.

I never thought I'd see the day when my own son would stop loving me.

It won't if you keep slapping them in the butt and ordering them around.

If it comes back, we'll call the rental place.

PEGGY: Okey-dokey, Cotton, Hank fixed your car.

That means you're outvoted.

Bobby, take your daddy's pants off.

Peg, that's just cowboy talk. Come on.

But women don't like his style, because you all are like the peahen.

2 x 2 x 3 x 11 x 17 = 2244

Damn, won't start. I guess I'm not going anywhere.