Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, heavy is the hand that holds the plunger.

Trying to horn in on the glory!

A slower white athlete?

I thought I told you to throw those magazines out.

You were gonna get the butt end.

Yeah, everybody'll move away.

And now to close, I will ceremoniously cut the cheese.

JUICY: (THROUGH VENT) Super, is that you?

I sprayed sauce on him.

you all know what's behind every strong black man.

Hero sandwich. Hiroshima.

Uh-uh! I ain't gonna be DOA in my DKNY!

Thurgood, let me handle this.

Well, let me tell you something,

Ooh, look at this police nightstick.

Why don't we just call the police?

Maybe we can call for help through the vent.

If it hadn't been for your big ego,

Wait! It's Muriel!

You ain't gonna rat.

Hot sauce? Hot comb?

Jesus, forgive me for what I'm about to do!

(MUSIC PLAYS ON TV)

Hey, Super, tell us again about when you were a king in Africa.

Well, I was sleeping in the nude like usual, when the burglar came in.

Hey, Muriel. Look at this,

One, two, three!

Yeah, of course! No punks allowed! That's a given.

Look! There's a trail of blood!

Well, actually, it was me who...

Good. Locked up tight.

I was better than other people.

Don't worry, kids.

I didn't know Thurgood had company.

And you told me my drinking would be the death of me.

I fried his behind with my hot comb.