Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I replaced your beer with that non-alcoholic crap George W. Bush pretended to drink.
...like swear a lot or vomit on stuff...
How was the performance? Was I believable?
Then I said, "Your voice sounds familiar. Who is this?"
So, you know, little bit of a connection there.
- What? - And guess what. You're all sober.
And then he asked me if I thought that $700 was too much...
Mm, I guess the Fred Goldman.
Or a pedophile like my Uncle Wendell. He was a bad man.
You sound and look like a man I don't wanna be with.
If Lester's boy can get a job here, so can you.
There's your headline. Well, I guess I'm out of a job.
Yeah, and I think that man over there is, uh, really into the microfiche.
All right, everyone. Okay?
Well, as a doctor, I prescribe a round of shots.
They're a little tight. Heh.
...but I don't want any trouble around here so I'll let him go."
Now, Junior, if you take this job, you might see your father do some strange things...
Excuse me? You most certainly did not.
See you tomorrow.