Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Look, I don't know. Look, check my locker, man.

Those pills that you took weren't vitamins.

I'm sorry, sweetheart.

Hey, man, don't you even worry about me. I'm gonna be there.

but now I'm clean and sober.

My son could have died because of you.

We still have to mix his aspirin in with applesauce.

Thanks a lot for covering for me, man.

I swear I'll never make fun of him again.

And for your information, dinner comes first.

Good morning, Uncle Phil. Here's your lunch.

- I'm sorry, Uncle Phil. - Sorry?

I'll go to Church every Sunday. I'll even give up women.

Finish this tune...

I don't know where Carlton would be right now.

you know, drugs?

When that Ghetto D Makes you pass out

What could be worse than finding out I'm still a virgin?

Somebody call a cop, 'cause it got to be illegal to look that good.

I mean, I had basketball practice, and I had finals, and everything...

Y ou know, Will, if it turns out tonight is the big night...

my hair is falling out, and I have a bunion the size of my fist.

I know, Uncle Phil, I mean...

Cindy. Cindy. Cindy.

I'm sorry, but that's standard procedure with all our substance-abuse patients.

I don't know. I think I was still high.

Listen, sweetie, the first time I came into this hospital...