Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And that social worker could be here any minute.

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

Are you Mr. Drummond? Yes.

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

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

Don't worry about it.

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

Arnold, you little... Dummy.

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

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

Hold it, boys. What did I say?

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

Those are our favorites.

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

♪ They got nothin' but their jeans

you know, complimentary about me.

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

♪ Everybody's got a special kind of story

I am not opinionated.

Can I get you a drink, Mrs. Aimsly?

Yes. Those happy, well-adjusted little tots.

You said Mr. Drummond said that.

Went out and bought? Yes, sir.

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

Besides, look at what they've got here.

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

And still truthful, of course.

You said that black children belong with black families.

♪ But they got Diff'rent Strokes

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

and then you put it in your mouthie-poo.