Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I burn for her. - Hey, I'm the man ofthe house now. I'll helpya.
You haven't sold a single car yet!
Right before he locked all those poor monkeys in our basement.
Off!. Ooh! No, no, no! Son of a- God!
- Poor kid. Never really had a father.
Get busy, oryou're fired.
see how you like life on the bottom
I wish we could trade places.
Honey, I'm home!
Send Hayley down to the Cloak to pick me up...
- Is that my pantsuit? - Yeah. It's a little drab...
Things that miss being needed.
What am i missing? An elevated blood alcohol content.
- But Stan- - Drop it!
Morning, everybody. Hey, look. That monkey has a Hayley on its ass.
Planning to foil me, areya? Game on!
- What's she like? - Um, well, she's a cheerleader.
I have a bad feeling about this.
- I-l don't know what to say. - Ah, you could say...
Workin' on it. F.Y.I., l backed into myTV, and it died.
I don't learn lessons.
Well, I never thought I'd say this...
- What ifl don't kill someone? - Speaking ofkilling...
- Come on! That was an easy one. - That was mywhole day.
stan: váyanse al cuerdo, cerdos
Klaus, stop it!
I wished it would look good
"Chuck" Berryyou. That's right. In your mouth.
He's my sidekick. Larry to my Balki. Son to my Sanford.
These Sonuts, these Sonuts, Vicki, oh, my God.
- Roger! Wake up, damn it! - U h, huh? What?
It's not like I killed her. Hell, she should thank me.
but I can see, Francine, that you need sugar...
- And here we are. - Forget it.
Don'tyou die on me, you bastard! You've never given up on anything before.