Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That movie stinks like your creepy apartment.

Uh-oh, a zit. No problemo.

And the forensics championship is coming up.

I'm a spare. Excuse me.

Right on, sister!

I can think of many cogent arguments. The first is from Time magazine:

Looks like you lost the patient, doc.

"stanley ipkiss? Oh, Yeah. Junior Varsity Shot-Putter."

-What's the matter? -Nothing.

Wait, Marge. If honest and open is what you like, get a load of this.

-All right, McBain! -Cool!

-Our speed limit is an anachronism-- -Ignoramus.

Hello, classmates. Instead of voting for an athletic hero or pretty boy...

You're telling me new stuff and minutes later, it's still there.

-I'm Artie, Marge's date for the prom. -Well, hello.

The perfect crime.

I think we found the reason why you've been throwing up in the morning.