Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My chance to paint something fridge‐worthy!
So we're gonna live at another place?
‐ Jack, that should be us
‐ And?
[both grunt]
‐ You can never have too many friends, Annie.
‐ Oh, yeah, we've been doing this for years.
‐ They monopolized our entire day.
‐ Oh, going on vacation?
‐ Yeah! ‐ Whoo‐hoo!
Why does the president care if I'm hot?
‐ And I live in the basement!
‐ You made us think we killed you!
‐ They're sea ghosts, and their souls
‐ Yeah, good job.
‐ Ugh! ‐ Damn, total hunk.
‐ [screams] It burns!
‐ Kimberly, help! ‐ [yelps]
‐ Good morning, Reggie.
‐ Yeah, but we don't know what their relationship is.
‐ Talk to me, Mr. Mitch.
‐ Ooh, let me check Mia's Insta.
Your mom wants to ride a banana!
Red Lobster gift card coming your way.
‐ [gasps] A banana boat!
‐ Drawer's all fixed, ma'am. You can finally close it.
‐ Here's everything I confiscated
How do I compete?
Ugh. ‐ [sighs]
‐ And we're getting through it. [cell phone chimes]
‐ Actually, Mr. Mitch said
Screw nature!
[engine turns over]
‐ The only resource America has left is our hotness.
‐ [sighs] Maybe she's writing it now.
‐ I hate my yearbook picture! Can we sue the school?
‐ But where are Nick and Nina?
‐ Did your girlfriend finally say yes?
[engine turns over]
‐ You did? ‐ [grunts]
[bell rings]
from the year so you can hang them up!
Then why do I feel so empty?
I don't even recognize Kimberly anymore.
‐ ♪ Boo, boo, boo, boo
exaggerating our fun to make other families jealous!
‐ We should've watched TV in bed with them.
Going to summer school. You?
‐ You too, Mr. Mitch.