Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We have to evacuate!
This whole house is going to flood.
You harpooned me.
I just want to wear it for a while.
Based in reality.
A sneaky boy is what you are.
The Solara is not amphibious, my sweet Semitic treasure.
Snake Eyes, 8MM, Gone in Sixty Seconds...
I'm so sorry, Francine.
- I'm with you, babe. - See what a good wife Jeff is, Francine?
Got your nose!
My wine fridge!
Po Po Po Po Power with BEARGLOVE!!!
Oh, bless you, Roger. I was afraid I-
She has unfinished business with me.
Half of those belonged to Brendan Fraser.
Maybe we should.
Go outside and get help. Okay?
attacking the boxers I wore the day Francine made tacos.
I say we go up to the attic- the highest, safest part of the house.
How can you trust that guy over me, your own husband?
- Do not pass "Go." - What?
Just- Outside. Anywhere.
Don't give up, Dad. We got the window closed, and we'll find her.
Francine, we both know I'm not going to do that.
They're dead. Nothing we can do now but pray...
How do you know that?
What did you find? I-Is it Hayley?
I-I wasn't sure who was doing the most damage down there.