Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ugh! Roger, don't listen to him.

(song ends) Host this, Doogie Howser.

Actually, we prefer to be called "actors" now, as well.

He's right-- it's pointless.

You worked so hard to get ready.

I'm an archeologist!

Sit down, Franny.

You did it! Yay! We love you, Roger!

Dad, what do Mom's boobs look like?

Your butt looks so great in those shorts!

(cheering and whooping)

They have families.

Stel Y-trap! Stel Y-trap!

I can't believe you discovered a lost tribe.

Take off your shirt and throw it to me.

MAN (over loudspeaker): On your marks. Get set.

We're just slamming away. Dad! I-I'm here with the guys on speakerphone.

You didn't even go to school there.

I can't turn this in.

A guy punched me in my face,

♪ The power game's still playing ♪

(crickets chirring)

I'd be drenched in sweat.

It's usually no more than a bucket.

(primitive music playing)

(beep) See, Mr. Brink?

diarrhea more often than not.

(Roger chuckles)

♪ Welcome to the limit

I can't believe I wasted all that effort on you for nothing.

Steve, you're up.

Are you good at bowling?

Remember, the goal is to finish.

Hey, where's my Oscar?

Okay, Mr. Brink, here we go.

It's an Oscar, for God's sake.

I know, but it's just...

"Dipsy Dye: Do a dip of Dipsy and you're done." It was supposed to add just a "hint of pale pink." A hint of pale pink!