Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, no thanks, Mom.

Around here someplace, I suppose.

Hey, watch the potholes, homes.

It's a roach clip. Get it?

When I was about your age, I woke up one morning and said to myself:

We are shooting the tube

Lay off the rat jokes!

What? I'm sorry, a project? What project?

Here's to life's little surprises.

Oh, my God, mister. Are you all right?

That's nice. Whereabouts?

Hope you didn 't mind the smell

No, Mom. Right, Mom. Good, Mom.

R is for roaches

I beg your pardon?

Can 't we all just get along?

-Come on! -Don't be that way, Joey!

Because if you ain't, you'll get a roach in every meal you'll ever have...

-What's yours is ours. -Stereo rights?

Look at that piece of meat.

Why not? With all the crime and drugs, it's already a prison.

My cousin, Jesus.

Right, another stupid human.

And we'll be here long after you

Poor Ralphie. I can't look!

I'd like to speak to Lily Dougherty.

-So I want you to stay out of sight. -Who, us?

Okay, I'm dancing. Now, beat it. Leave.

That's a sweet deal.

They aren't doing no paint job.

The U.S. government will have acquired the last property we need...

I'll drink to that.

Yeah, but the lot is totally bare of soil. We'll need fertilizer.