Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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