Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Bobby, I'm gonna need you to turn in your keys and your horns.
Tryouts will be after school on Wednesday.
- What a coward. - It's too bad.
Ever since those swaggering Bouchet brothers stole the armadillo back in '76...
Bobby's got Mister Crackers!
I've got a plan. A great plan. And it's gonna work.
I'm coming up with shtick for the Longhorn auditions.
Woman, I can't get out of this.
[Chanting] Here we go, Longhorns. Here we go!
Dad, I was thinking of taking some blind kids bowling.
I'm like a Stu Harriet or a Mike Soto.
Wait. You were with him?
We're lucky. According to the one they call Dude...
McMaynerbury whupping.
Really?
The PTA said we can't do the eighth-grade poll anymore.
BOY: Bobby Hill, get back here!
lfl get a good action shot of you, I'm willing to dump the model U.N. spread.
ON TV: It's just so great to ha ve you with us again.
Well, I do love secrets.
Yeah, that's right. They'll rip you apart.
Our mascot sucks!
There you are!
That kid's a machine!
That goes in my big book of "So theres."
That's okay, Bobby. I already have your class photo.
Cheer up, Keegan. No shame in losing to a better team.
Please tell me you at least put up a maze of mirrors...
Dub Taylor? Are you sure?
Then wheel that costume back down to Grandy's office...