Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're supposed to be workin' for me!

Oh... Hi, Officer B-b-barbrady.

Well of couse I wanna get laid.

Can you come on the date and help me? You're like a white... Hitch.

Hey Jimmy, I'm Doctor Pal.

M'kay, uhh, Jimmy, why don't you come up here and write down the names of two narcotics?

You should try the Lotsa Mozzarella Pizza Roll.

I'm just practicin' for the talent show.

Hey, j-j-jackass!

"if you're gonna be that way, I don't need to be your friend." Wow, how insightful.

Tell you what, Mom and Dad, why don't you skidaddle for a tick and let us hipsters talk in privo.

What do I have?

I beg to differ with you, sir.

This box is supposed to be used for serious questions!

Well, Jimmy, the girls here are young and pure. They're not like the ladies down at Colfax Point.

That's because I'm a doctor, but I'm also your pal. Are we cool?

What's the matter?

So apparently it's been exactly two years since the fall of Baghdad.

It's like I told Debbie:

Dude, didja see, Jimmy? They're giving away a hundred dollar first prize for the talent show.

I can't stand her.

Can I start you out with some lotsa pasta macaroni minis?

N'kay, uhhh, let's pick someone else.

Uh,.. so it so it looks like Michael Jackson is having back problem in court.

All right kids, all right kids, that's enough!

You need people like me!

Serves you right, you son of a bitch!

M-maybe I can catch the bus ...and get down there before the talent show ends.