Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

I'm asking for an authentic polar bear helmet

You guys hold them off.

You are my kin.

You are no part of this family.

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

Forget about Jeff.

and she had an affair with a married black senator.

I'm what you might call An advanced drinker.

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

and make sure your mother doesn't find out.

Stand here and shield me from arrows until you die.

I've tried everything else--

Ooh, lesbians are so hard to buy for.

I'm what you might call an advanced drinker,

Poor Ned Beatty.

Barbara Walters said it,

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

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

You are not my son.

Most of them don't have jobs,

And I seek a blind moonshiner with four arms

Can it, Growing Pains!

I can't believe there is a real Santa.

Would it be okay if we hide out

And I will let you drive my Camaro

Ooh. How's that feel, Linda?

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

Ain't no need to prostrate yourself.