Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We're... we're trying to... sleep here.
Hiya, Ma. Ow!
Do with that what you will.
Febrero 26, 2001
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Friday.
Listen.
- I shouldn't have to say it! - What?
And nobody tells me what to do.
But, you know, it's actually kind of sunny.
Shot by one of his own men.
Well, look who finally decided to get out of bed?
You know, I'm not worried about the listening.
No one works with Dad, you work for him.
Okay.
Oh, well here's what you do...
- What? - Well, I like yellow.
- I don't understand. - He was being a big jerk,
And why should I worry about his feelings?
How are you right? How are you right?!
- You made him carry ladders around! - He didn't carry ladders.
- We're working, Dad. - Oh yeah?
That's why when you get mad that I'm not the handiest guy around here,
He was up on the ladder.
Don't you open that paint can!
Okay, but this is my house.
- Ma! - It's 7:30, Marie.
What are you talking about? It's Saturday.