Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't say another word. I bet I know exactly who you're thinking of.

- I have an appointment with Dr. Bigfoot tomorrow. - Okay, here comes the judge.

Laces, mirror, bell.

Imagine that, in a hot tub.

Surprise, surprise.

The smartest dogs in the world.

That's what I said to you when you were coming out of your mom's lady parts.

What is the one thing a speeder can't outrun?

and I let him know, without saying a word...

That-a-boy. All right, we ready?

- Yeah, come down. - Yeah?

- Phil. - I know what you were going for...

I was chasing that crazy maniac.

- Hi. This is Claire. Leave a message. -

So, uh, Sunday, 12:00 to 4:00 for the open house?

Before you judge me, I have come in second to Gil Thorpe...

Don't give me the coyote look. I'm not a canine.

Great. What else?

- Which civilization invented the alphabet? - I don't know.

Order a pizza and call the cops.

- This is so crazy. - Crazy!

I dethrone Gil Thorpe as salesman of the quarter.

- Oh, God! That was a good one. - Look, don't worry about it.

- Give it to me. - No, no. Don't grab me.

You can't ride a bike? I love that about you.

Ever since they put those speed bumps on Oakmont...

Yes. Brutal day. I just wanna sit.