Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She did it again, Kahn. Your little siren led my boy astray.
No, Kahn. Heap bad news.
She's the mastermind behind all this.
Spring break, and two out of three guys are monks.
I can't remember.
It's your boy's fault we're here!
Hey, hold your fire up there!
Dang!
That was our last candle.
Kahn, what are you doing? Mowing the lawn is a privilege...
Don't explain a home run, you'll have a heart attack.
I won't play your blame game, Mr. Hill.
- Yes. - Yes.
I don't like Joseph. He threw a dodge ball at me once.
Take me to Boneyard.
Yeah, he make a good point, Hank.
Tell you what, Dale.
Great! I haven't seen this one.
Parents are such a drag.
But it wouldn't have to be, if you'd left us some of those chips.
It can't be. They're not yelling at each other.
Hank and Kahn should've found them by now.
Yeah, right. Just play with your toy, Randy.
Hey, Randy, have you seen Bobby, and Joseph, and that Kahn Jr.?
Tell you what, baby bird.
"Our unabashed dictionary defines 'heavy petting'...
Last place you look, hillbilly.
Have you seen Joseph?
Kahn Jr., that Bobby dragging you down like a chicken fat anchor.
I'll be dipped!
Now, Peggy, he's not a baby anymore.