Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

in all thy sons command.
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Oh good. Well, I certainly am going to miss Canada, Terrance.
Come on, get a move-on, I ain't getting a younger up here.
OOBLAR, STOP IT. IT'S TOAST. oh
Would a murderer go to the zoo and feed animals like this?
- You mean we are to blame? - That's right, and now you must make amends.
"Dr. O'Dwyer, time to have your head smashed in, with my new hammer."
a haiku called "Time to Kill Dr. Jeffrey O'Dwyer."
- I'm not sure I should trust you. - Hey, relax guy, trust me.
That monster is sitting right over there, and his name is Terrance.
Oh wait, that is the phone.
You give other Canadians a bad name, and if I had my way....
Is that some kind of metaphor for a kind of search that can't be described?
- That's smelly. - Wait a minute, Terrance, that fart gives me pause.
Hey Saddam, you helped me get rid of Terrance and Phillip,
Oh Phillip, how will I ever find my fugitive daughter in this daunting place?
I can tell from your accent that you're Canadian
then China, then Newfoundland, then the world!
Well, let us board the subway and return home. There we can eat Kroff Dinner.
We have Your Honor; we have found Terrance,
Terrance, if I die whilst in Iran, please bring my body back to Canada,
- Terrific. We need two tickets for Teheran please.
- Papa. - Say, she looks a lot more like Celine Dion than you Terrance.
Hey Terrance, let's watch American television.
Shtut malakh shtut, inka inka bruscht.
Huh, oh that? Don't worry guy, you just need a rest.