Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mmmmmm... No! Ha ha ha! Uh-oh. I've been turn into... Demon Yellow!
Kendra, no. We need you for balance.
Hey, my ninjas, what's the haps?
Shut up.
We didn't, uh, ask you, Cleveland, because of what, uh, Lester said.
Don't tell me to shut up, banana slammers.
Hey, I could drive you, Cleveland.
It's Rallo. I got him an intercom so he doesn't feel left out.
You're always staring at me...
Well, thanks, Cleveland.
Well, we may as well watch her demo.
Shadwell's, the only pasta sauce that comes in a sack.
- Denied. - Screw you, traitor.
I move to make Cleveland the captain of our team.
...you may have contact beginning tonight.
You know, Larry was gonna be my shipmate for that Stoolbobber Regatta...
If those kids are crooked, it's on my head.
Look, listen, let's forget the kiss ever happened.
...and since I've only been here like six days and you've been here for like a year...
I think we both know why.
...or are all athletes fair game?
...alcohol no longer affects you.
...to the outside world.
So get yourself a sack of sauce.
...and will thus be understanding that I'm gonna race with him in the regatta.
I was on Everybody Loves Raymond.
And I'm line leader, Mama.