Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Can I get you a drink, Mrs. Aimsly?

He said, "Black children belong with black families."

You said Mr. Drummond said that.

♪ They got nothin' but their jeans

♪ But they got Diff'rent Strokes

And that social worker could be here any minute.

♪ Everybody's got a special kind of story

Went out and bought? Yes, sir.

And I want you to feel free to call me, should the need arise.

And still truthful, of course.

Ms. Aimsly. And I never drink on the job.

Hold it, boys. What did I say?

You said that black children belong with black families.

Don't worry about it.

Arnold, you little... Dummy.

And now that Mama and Papa have died, we got to look out for each other.

Mr. Drummond, I think I will tell my computer to go suck a lemon.

Those are our favorites.

Yes. Those happy, well-adjusted little tots.

I could say this is a place I wanna die and be buried.

I am not opinionated.

Are you Mr. Drummond? Yes.

I'm telling you, these kids are living in the lap of luxury.

I guess there's only one thing bigger than my ears. My mouth.

you know, complimentary about me.

It's easy. You take your little forkie-poo,

Children, just a minute. I want you to take my card.

and then you put it in your mouthie-poo.

Besides, look at what they've got here.

well, then, you discuss it first before you do anything about it.

Oh, yes. Yes, of course. Willis? Arnold? Would you come down here, please?