Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Try this. All right, let's see.
Keep your father away from the stairs!
No, she didn't. We saw him and then called her.
Wow! That's much better than finding a nickel.
Do me. Do me. I'm next.
Narc! I gotta go lay down.
- Two predictions in a row. - Try a third one, Mom.
at the end of the pier, leaving police baffled.
Come on, Linda, focus. Sorry.
It's probably a telemarketer.
Some horses?
Great! We'll put $82 on Gelding the Lily,
So now you believe. No...
What? Well, uh, yeah, uh, sorry.
is married and he's faithful.
Aha! You nailed it!
Yay! Dizzy Dog is safe! The discovery was made thanks
I guess, uh... I guess I'm not a psychic after all.
I'll lay you down on the floor now.
Okay. I walked down the stairs.
Hello, Linda Belcher.
but I'm not feeling any chemistry, to be perfectly honest.
Like a fairy tale witch.
You still feel good about this, Linda?
What's that for? I am a...
I can't breathe.
I hope I didn't lose it. I'd hate to have my identity stolen.
Okay. And it's a primary color.
Let's go, Gelding the Lily. He'd run
Sounds like Sandy Duncan.
Go with the Lily one.
Wow, triple threat.
I believe in you, Mother.
And I have yet to fall down any stairs.
Get Mom's back? Yeah.
by the Little Boy Bandit during his various robberies.
She's... beautiful.
So why'd you guys want to meet me here?
Bob, I'm on the phone. And he's crying out.
But I don't get it.
He's a jockey. What?
Yeah. I may not have psychic powers myself, but I know they exist.