Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I bet that would be the worst thing in the world, but you understand what I'm saying.
Mr. Peterson, everything's gonna be okay.
Oh, how I wish I was sweet Sharon.
Mumps, measles, my yearly circumcision.
What you got is a plain old simple run-of-the-mill sore throat.
See you tomorrow.
Just hop up on the scale, then.
Now, I've seen it a hundred times.
What is it, Doc?
And now my voice will get high and I'll sprout breasts and sit around all day in lingerie.
Watch.
I wouldn't worry about it.
Good morning, Mom.
It's your tonsils, Chris.
Fine.