Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Patrick, look at me. - Say my name.
You're listening to the 'Tude.
'Sup? I'm Tina.
You couldn't have done this over the phone, Bob?
I mean, it's just the one line, but it's vibrating like crazy.
-But you always say lists are stupid. -They are.
- Which lane was it again? - You're on lane three.
- Mm-hmm. - Forgetting our troubles.
Right, right. Okay, just drive, then.
- Aw. - Let's do this.
Lot of blood, sweat and farts in that chair.
Whoa, Dad, congrats.
How'd you do that? I'm hack-curious.
Sorry for this interruption
Clem whoozit?
Bob, Bob, get out of there! It's me, Linda!
We're kind of looking for Clem Clements fans right now.
Having fun tonight. Right, Bob?
Uh, r-really? Uh, great.
Figures. Probably a bunch of snobby poodles.
- You with me, Bob? - Wha-what is happening?
- Brag. - All right,
Yeah, but you did it anyway. It was cool and-and gross.
It's got to be, right? Look it up, Mort.
- Probably. - Then we park there.
I didn't rehearse what I was gonna say.
and prerecorded station I.D.'s.
I refused that, too.
Where are we gonna park the 'Tude Cruiser?
First caller who isn't Vance at the station.