Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

ROBORTA HOW DARE YOU READ DOG MAN BRAW OF THE WILD YOUR GROUNDED FOR 55000 DAYS

This discussion is not finished, Roberta.

Serena: Now that Chevy and Shane are dead, I think it's time I had some...alone time in Noah's room. (Wink)

Enjoy parenting Roberta, Supernanny.

Thanks for getting out of bed, Archibald.

Looks like an illegal immigrant. Better bring in the deportation catapult.

I know where everybody was.

You'll get there, Donna.

You know what, Cleveland, you are handling it.

Donna, may I remind you of the difference...

Why have you been letting me run around naked?

As soon as we win this race.

Diego dropped out to get his garbage man license.

All right, let's try something else. Uh, from the top. Ready. One, two, three.

Dear Lord. I feel more pathetic than character actor Jackie Earle Haley...

Well, in tonight's episode, Roberta goes out with Diego.

...the serial killer and the serial-killing child molester.

...as exemplary as mine, Roberta would be wearing your underwear...

I’m getting Starbucks, what do you want? I’m in line, what do you want? I’m about to order, WHAT DO YOU WANT?! Hello?! Mm-mm. Starbucks. Can you get me like a venti—

Hey, y'all, it's me, Coach Brown the Clown.

I'm a failure as a mom.

Bloberta be arm fluttering? I've done some research, and I believe it means the person cares so little that the last droplets of care spirit are being sucked out of their body, through their arms, and out of the tips of their fingers, and into the outer reaches of interstellar space to be lost forever. A true indicator that person doesn't give a fluff.

Oi, Dokey Kong! I bet my sock tastes better than your tie! I'm sorry Luigi, there's no change in your glove! Mario wake up! It's time for your picture! Oye, Yoshi! I can lick my nose too! Oh come on, Peach! Don't eat all the cake! You big pig! Hey, Wario...BOO!

In Demon Voice: SHUT THE FUCK UP ANNIE OR ELSE I WILL FUCKING STEP ON YOU ON FUCKING PURPOSE!!! At least I can go to Riley’s room. (Wink)

Sorry, sorry. My fault.

I don't see them. Oh, blap me in the blap.

GIMME IT RIGHT FUCKING NOW OR ELSE I’LL FUCKING BREAK THAT FUCKING ALL THOSE DEVICES!!! Okay!!! (Cough)

...welcome to the annual Stoolbend High carnival/gun exchange.

And you. And you in the blue.