Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Kelly Chef
thus leaving crucial evidence. Stupid idiot.
- Another. - Don't you think you've had enough?
Let me just get a sports page.
They made him into a baseball bat. He was from Louisville.
[Sad instrumental music]
Hank, your son is outside throwing a football in the air...
both stars deserve top billing.
- "filled the--" - Oh, God!
JERRY: I'm gonna get that thieving slut.
Chip. Chip Block. Nice to meet you, Mr. Hill.
(sarcastically) can I help you?
Yeah. That's really all the material we have.
You've got to get inside his head.
you might want to use it to build the wife you've always wanted, too.
Dale, are you nuts?!
Sorry, Dad. it's two against one.
No one likes a whiner, Bobby. Right, Chip?
BOBBY: Fluttering butterflies.
Not that banjo-playing dork.
Okay, let's see here.
So we can start spending more time with Bobby again.
Well, when you and Chip were partners...