Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm not goin' to the game with you in that jacket, Bob.

and you barely speak English.

You've still got Eric.

I think it's comfortable and soothing, just like pea soup.

- Excuse me? - Uh, Mrs. Forman.

is how much I would apply myself to the job here.

Just because I'm evil doesn't mean I don't cry.

It's just gone!

How many men tell them they look fat? Zero.

But he could be the sick little kid the whole team rallies around.

peace and quiet throughout the universe.

How could you lose it?

- All right. That's it. This thing's comin' off. - Oh, whoa! Be careful, man.

If you were my girlfriend, I would be proud to wear that ring.

Yeah, me too. It's like we're way past the "broken up and miserable" stage...

Well, take it off. You look like some kind of fruity magician.

Any minute now, my army of alien zombies will be inva-

Why don't you tell me about this pea-soup-colored chair?

Yes. I took it.

My Uncle Carmine from Hoboken.

And second of all, I'm not the only one who spills stuff around here.

But, Nina, what is the D.M.V. really, if not one big stage?

Some people can't be trusted because they have a great, big mouth! Jackie!

Look, man. I told her not to tell.