Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know what? I'm exhausted. You exhaust me.
Face saves it, though. Face is glorious.
Steve, go mail that to Donovan McNabb. See if he'll sign it.
...the looming sword of Damocles will crash down upon you...
- Yeah? Yeah? Yeah? - Yeah? Yeah? Yeah?
...you will regret the day you crossed the wrong fish.
You're working with the fish.
We're nearly to Nebraska, Liberty.
- I'll do it. - What?
You know what else looks like chocolate? Poison...
Has this can been out of your sight at any point?
It's real fiction. And I think it's fantastic.
I was a reporter, for God's sakes. I'll track her down.
This fight is unbearably campy.
Francine, you are single-handedly bringing on the downfall of society.
Don't you worry, little girl. We're gonna find you a real home.
Oh, you had to go back and change your belt.
Nothing says "American family"...
- Who? - Liberty Belle.
...please try to stop him.
And, look, you got to wear an apron. That's almost a dress.
Yeah! Let's boogie.
Yeah! This is my relaxing chair. It's where I relax. Ah! So relaxing.
What's that supposed to mean?