Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Carl, Carl, please.
You know, I could chisel it into rock faster than this.
Meanwhile, you can pretend to get up now.
She got the car.
Well, there ain't gonna be no dinner this year.
For what?
All right!
Introducing the new Mr. and Mrs. Brutowski.
Hey, you get right down here and boil me some sausages.
And if it makes you feel any better, have a Christmas.
Hey, oh!
Get with what program, Culp?
It's Bruton and Onalewski.
Blow it open, Freylock.
What is it?
I split her with Carl, so he's co-owner.
My baby.
You see what I'm saying?
Yeah, co.
Yeah, I may have laid it on a little thick there, but, uh... I think I may have sweet-talked her into coming down here.
And I haven't gotten too much pleasing.
Santa Claus got barbecue sauce in his drawers.
Wow.