Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

By the time you're grown, you'll be living in the Soviet Union of America!
Hello Dollies, eh?
Get some more sources on those names.
-Wars are extremely hard to stop. -You're right.
When you rub my stomach... I want to suck your penis
They were in the Watergate last night. They know too much, Bob.
We both are.
Again? They must never let him out.
How goes it, paperboys?
They'll crucify me if they hear this.
There is an underground parking garage...
We're here to walk Checkers and talk to Dick about the war!
Can we walk Checkers now?
B, B. Oh, my God, they're both together.
Why cant you see that
I was in the market at lunch and we literally just crashed into each other.
But I need to concentrate. Let me just look at them.
Done! We're going upstairs.
A list of creeps?
-I don't think anyone saw. -Freak!
You know....
...to take responsibility for anything.
Sir, I've met yams with more going on upstairs than those two.
You can't have it anyway. It's our only souvenir.
I'm his roommate at school.
What the--?
It's happening. It's happening. It's real, man.
Do they know anything?
Shit!
And I'm Jewish.
The names on the list?
It's okay. You don't have to name any names.
...is involved in this Watergate cover-up?
Hey, Checkers. Hi, sweetie.
-Promise. -Hope to die?
If we publish that, we could nail him.
...the President?
CA
I was wondering what we'll do with his crappy bed, dresser and nightstand.
-We're being bugged! -What?
If it wasn't about makeup or Frankie Avalon, they didn't give a hoot.
Now your TV dinners are ice-cold.
I think you've done enough, what with bumbling the burglary and all.
-Bob, I said I'm sorry. -Don't ever--
...for one special Larry Jobs addition.
We could hear him kicking the dog on the tape.
What time is it?
Not if you sew it back together.
...that these prisons are....
Max, call the cops. Looks like we got a break-in here.
Are you insane? Or are your pants too tight?
4 years in fucking Algéria
I'm in here, dear.
That is so disgusting.
I guess all the people on that list must be creeps.
Arrange a meeting.
You suck, Dick!
But they're really good.
How could you let your dog eat that list?
He records everything. It's in Rose Mary's desk. He's paranoid.
You're looking swell, Dolly I can tell, Dolly
You know, there is something very strange going on here.
I think maybe I could type faster than you.
No, we always do him.
...but now I realize that that was just puppy love...
We've talked about this.
How are you?
CREEP has made up a list of who to pay off...
Those radical, muckraking bastards, Woodward and Bernstein...
Just putting out a little fire here.
Congratulations.
There's yelling. Are you in trouble?
I was wondering if you had that package ready for me...
...and all this other stuff, and you bake them.
How high?
All right, settle down.
I came to make sure you were all right.
...with stuff about him when he was young.
That's okay, Chip.
-Evening, Mr. Whipple. -Evening.
There they are.
We have to get out of here!
Figures that the pain in my ass is Nixon, the fascist.
-Just say it! -Say what?
I don't think we'd reveal it on a little show like this.
Come on, boy.