Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, you don't! Summer vacation doesn't start for you little bastards...
My mom signed me up for swimming lessons at the pool. Want to come?
Well, keep looking.
It looks like my ex-wife.
I can tell you that I am 100 percent not gay.
Well, let me ask you this. Why-? Where do you think Mr. Hat went?
Because some kid blew his hands off, we don't get to buy M-80s?
- Like a hunk of dirt with a carrot. - Crap.
Okay, everyone in the pool.
What the-?
Doesn't that look great?
Screw you guys !
You're screwing up the song.
It's beautiful.
I don't need to hear crap from hippie freaks in denial.
Jot learns a lesson about obeying his parents after he defies his mother and has to go to Sunday school with dirty hands.
I don't know where Mr. Hat is. Garrison, I've got bigger problems.
- Mr. Hat isn't real. - Right.
We're sorry... Our bad
It's about that one week in the year...
I think you're the loony one in this room.
I guess that goes without saying, doesn't it?