Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay, I'm looking for a tap and die and some WD-40.

Now don't you worry, son. You just do your best.

Please return the garage door...

[Doorbell rings]

It's hard, Peggy.

"My boy ain't much, but he's all I got!"

Mother of God! It's all toilet sounds!

I'll give you dialogue...

And if you're projecting this anger onto me...

So do not come crying to me with your problems!

You know what it could be? That damn starter motor.

Oh, Hank, it was an accident.

So don't come crying to me with your problems!

That's a hell of a weird sound. I never made that before.

your son's growth in private.

Mrs. Hill, would you say your husband has a bad temper?

I heard on talk radio you don't even need them.

What in the hell did you tell him that for?

It's already 110 in the summer.

LUANNE: I borrowed your truck this morning, Uncle Hank.

Well, you're welcome to stay.

[Muttering] I've been calling y'all better than a month now.

HANK: Let me tell you, Bobby, there's nothing funny about these sounds.

Honey, let's give him Luanne.

Mister, I have not begun to project my anger onto you.

Let's say I want a hammer! Do you know what a hammer is?

Yeah, yeah, that's even better.

HANK: Look at the batter, boy! Watch the ball!

Let's go get something to eat!

Don't listen to her, Bobby.