Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know, the one we called Fatty Patty?
Go right on through, sir.
I guess I should get out of Stoolbend, see what the world has to offer.
Well, Donna, I spent the day with my admirer.
- Really? Just like the city? - Yes.
We broke up.
I've got a stalker.
Of course you will. You do whatever I tell you.
And she doesn't want me seeing you anymore either.
- Stay away from me, Hoda. - Ha-ha-ha.
Yes Open Bak . .
Yup, he crying.
Hmm. Uh-huh. Oh, yeah.
In other words, there's a photo of some black guy.
For one thing, you might wanna stop frying everything twice.
"So I drugged you, undressed you, prepared a specimen cup...
Remember? It was only one of the biggest events of my life.
Man, now I'll never see them...
Hey, why don't you invite Fatty Patty over for dinner?
You know, we probably could've just Googled the address.
B negative.
Fell off the porch.
The hell it is.
You didn't have to.
C-L-E-V-E-L-A-N-D.
- Do I look like I work at the tire store? - Hey, knock it off.
I hope she appreciates what she's got.
Donna.
We will not be buying the house after all. Thank you.
What's the current owner's name so I can rub it in my wife's face.