Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, I'm not. For the first time in my life, I'm not gonna cry.
- My head. - Stay out of this, Dinklage.
- Junior? What are you doing here? - Dad, I did all of this.
How much is this gonna cost anyway? Seven hundred dollars? Hmm.
- Put that bitch to shame. - Go on.
How about the cutlery?
- Like a fat what? - I don't know. Just a fat.
No, fellas, that's not a cow!
Yeah? You think you could make a wrought-iron Eiffel Tower...
Huh. This crayon says "peach" but it doesn't taste like a peach.
Now, Roberta, you don't need to copy what Lacey does. That's childish.
...that's hanging in the hallway. - Cleveland, my uncle made that.
I chair an organization called: