Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If you experience one or more of these side effects, consult your dealer.

This'll clear you right up.

So, there's this girl I like...

Hiya, Francine!

I don't know about you...

I don't need any help. I'm fine.

First you go down that hallway, and then you take a left.

Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove

- Greg! - [Gunshot]

Stan, what the hell are you doing?

I don't think this guy's very good.

Why do I need a comb?

Who are you the damn soup police?

Okay, Mr. Smith. Just get on the plane and get the hell out of here.

C. I.A. agents are supposed to distribute crack to the inner city, not smoke it.

My A.T. M. card was rejected for insufficient funds.

Ugh, Steve Huffman, your voice is so annoying sometimes.

- [Blows Nose] - Hey, Dad. Before you leave...

I see. It's some sort of heated inhalant.

- I forgot my comb. - I need crack!

Lovely day, is it not?

Ugh! Why does Oprah like this one?

Name's Fantasia Lopez.

[Locks Latching, Clicking]

Shoes are very valuable. Never forget the shoes.

It's street cleaning today.

I'd get rid of my ratty old beige bras, and trade up for something lacy.