Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, boy, you had me in the palm of your hand there.

and she had an affair with a married black senator.

and make sure your mother doesn't find out.

Forget about Jeff.

And all the ladies, well, they call me Bert-Bert.

You are not my son.

And I will let you drive my Camaro

Stand here and shield me from arrows until you die.

I've tried everything else--

Most of them don't have jobs,

I'm the opposite of them Jews with the curlicue sideburns.

Poor Ned Beatty.

You guys hold them off.

What-What do they call them-them sideburn Jews?

If she knew I gave you a gun, she'd kill me.

Would it be okay if we hide out

You are my kin.

Ooh. How's that feel, Linda?

I'm asking for an authentic polar bear helmet

Barbara Walters said it,

You are no part of this family.

I'm what you might call an advanced drinker,

Can it, Growing Pains!

I'm what you might call An advanced drinker.

I can't believe there is a real Santa.

Ain't no need to prostrate yourself.

Ooh, lesbians are so hard to buy for.

we go out there and die... as a family?

And I seek a blind moonshiner with four arms