Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, Bob.
-What? -Nothing.
-Uh, thanks? -Oh, you're welcome.
You have pathos. You have emotion.
-Sorry. -(grunts)
She's gunning for you. They all are.
substitute music teacher who knows nothing
-There you go. -Thanks for your help, Linda.
My ears feel like your knees look.
Uh... Okay...
What did you do? What did you do to Tina?
We probably have about one minute.
She's all alone.
I love this next poem.
-BISSELBENDER: Twerkin' Merkin's Holiday Xylo-Jam. -I'm sorry. Sorry. So sorry.
-Yes, yes! -Wow!
Did we used to come to this one?
"and I'll point down when you should play a whole step down.
(applause fades out)
No, Mom, I think Louise wrote a real poem
something from the heart this year.
Linda, please, dear God, don't leave me.
18 different costumes, Linda.
MS. MERKIN: "...look at me. I'll point up
Louise, you're grounded go to your ro om? Gladly, that's, all, I, ever, wanted.
-Oh. -Geez. -Sorry.
Linda, if you leave, I will die.
with her sister, and the school called me
And, frankly, it's a subject
Oh, my teeny Tina.
The back of it? Oh, he hung up.
"when you should play a whole step up,
We really want to hear your poop poem.
-Like, what town? -No.
Are you taking me to the library?
-(playing haphazardly) -Okay... Okay.