Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Grampa, stop.
what in the world...?
Seymour! Get out and change the tires!
One of you was not praying.
we must pray to Santa Maria to save us.
Homie, what's wrong?
I sit by the trash so people have to come up to me.
They must have just made this a toll road.
Oh, my god!
This says I ain't allergic to pollen.
you're some sort of fruitcake.
I got to make up for lost time!
"love always, M."
Sweet Hercules .
But it's already cocked.
Well, my hat size is a number six.
Well, I...
And this is the lady in my life.
Mason Fairbanks.
Of course I'm your father.
Mr. Fairbanks, looking at your boat,
Isn't it about time you made a real friend?