Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and try to pass my enormous breakfast.
I'm an archaeologist
Oh, they just put more orange chicken in the buffet.
Roger, what the hell is going on? Fine.
that lived in these mountains thousands of years ago.
It's-it's supposed to show us
I don't hate you.
I... hate... Steve.
I'll do something that makes the tribe mad,
Mr. Gooding was awarded that for his excellence in acting.
If this is what I think it is, I should be able to do this.
All right, all right, how about this?
that history can come from anywhere.
(laughs): Roger! This is... amazing!
(applause and cheering)
No more praise, no more support.
What is it?
Stan...It's true. What?
ung
And then there's the performer in me
You didn't win the marathon!
One last time, CGJ.
Maybe you should try calling your dad.
ROGER: Well, I'd start with one of Francine's gigantic breakfasts.
(Roger yells, then grunts)
2 x 2 x 2 x 2 x 2 x 131 = 4192
All right, whew.
Lazy? Roger, I've never seen anyone work so hard
His legs are shorter than his feet.
This isn't about you.
Maybe I'll give it to Steve.
♪ The sun in the sky has a smile on his face ♪
of the highest honor awarded in the world of acting.
How did you do all this?
while figuring out how much KFC to pick up on my way home.
♪ Take it maybe one step more
(brakes squeak)
(moaning)
And then I'd leave the house and jog to the corner.
What do we have here?
No!
That's Cuba Gooding's Oscar.
(singsongy): Hey. Knock, knock.
than this meaningless march through my empty days.
Because I drove with Gary.
I wish Stan was here to see this.