Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

of that Bill Belichick... Christmas album.
Let's go, Meg! Drive!
Gentlemen, the going rate is 20 bucks a game over here.
That gal's butt That gal's butt
Really?
(horn honks)
(train whistle blowing)
What is happening right now?
- I hated it... - Kind of a dump.
Oh, just some stuff.
This is a bigger mistake
AAAAAAAAA THEY COPIED MY PHRASE
There it is.
I want them tightly folded
Go, Meg! Let's go.
God, those claws went right through my pants.
(car door opens, closes)
Listen, Meg, I got to run.
Damn bunch of panzos over here.
(chuckles) I'm good, thanks.
What would give you that idea?
Wait right here.
Now, who's ready to put something on your face
Oh, I'm up, all right.
Hey, Meg?
Meg, I'm just gonna walk in and point a gun at the cashier.
infernal invader!
(exhales) All right, Meg.