Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...going into the lab, doing the post-op.

Excuse me, Mr. Gallegos.

Olt-bay utters-cay.

I mean, you know, the real edge.

He's holding poultry and a fish and singing to them.

What has gotten into you, boy? And where's Timmy?

A tuba or a French horn. We don't know.

And still can't meet any women at all.

And then my prostate blew up.

Hey, kids, it's me, Foxy, the Fox Network fox.

You think if you don't talk to me, I'll go away. I can't go away...

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Tito Gallegos!

I don't know any other way. I like it! Prison is my mother.

Great! So how about some improv?