Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

L-I can't believe you knew.

How can I spend a week at a spa...

Turlington, six more cans of pistachios have gone missing.

Hey, Steve. Is that Irish Spring? Smells great.

Please! My mother's a baptist minister, Pl and she wouldn't scrub her ass with Way Crazy's.

Wow. The devil invented stress, but God struck back with the sandalwood foot scrub.

Instead it just made you a cripple.

Well done, Ron. I knew I had to devise the most difficult case in spa history...

Hello. Trying to pass on the left.

- It's what's on the inside. No one cares how you look. - Come on, Dad.

Just the two of us.

There-There's a kid on the football team with cancer...

WEDON’TNEEDCHILDISH DADUTTP

Those are the finger holes in my bowling ball.

And I'm gonna be a better man in your eyes for it.

Yeah. All this sneaking around is not relaxing at all.

- You knew where I was headed! - I did!

Stupid, mean kids with their beautiful, straight spines.

- We sure are! - Yes! - That's sweet. Kiss.

[Grunts] Honey, not in front of the detective.

He's wearing his hair. He lied to me.

Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove

L-I don't need your help. I mean, I decided to stay.

I will now attempt to poop out these blocks.