Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Stop hotdogging it! You had your time in the sun!

Bobby, if your father doesn't go through with this...

Sounds like the Durndle Torchbearer approacheth.

The year is 1885.

Hank, I am just trying to boost that boy's self-esteem.

Isn't that precious? Now, give the torch to your daddy.

Paragraph one, paragraph two, Hank's signature.

I just wish they didn't have to sit so close together.

BOBBY: Okay, your trousers are filthy.

I don't want to be here.

It was about hammers.

I'm not gonna ruin these games.

Boy, I've always been a sucker for the torch-lighting ceremony.

Well, if Bobby says it's all right for you to run with the torch...

Yeah, man. It's like he's going back there in the pocket...

But you were right, Hank.

Oh, man. That is weak.

Yeah, I started it right after you were born.

because you think something bad is gonna happen if you act happy?