Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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