Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A real punch in the face.
Let's pretend we're on the winning streak we're gonna start tonight.
"Ed, my wife's stepping out on me. What do I tell her?"
There's nothing to discuss. Forget it. I gotta go.
The moon won't use the door Only the window.
Whenever you couldn't get your lesson plan figured out in time, you just called in a poet.
Other than that, I think you got yourself a winner, Tanya.
And I am only shallow because I choose to be!
Dr. Ron Haxon, dermatologist.
...and, I don't know, maybe cleaning out your gutters.
It's you. The secret is in you.
- And cheap too, you know. - Sell. Sell the goddamn place, Ray.
Sorry, no. Cash only.
...because what I'm discovering is...
Are you fucking kidding me? Tanya, I'm a highly respected educator.
There are so many different ways you can sell yourself.
Can't complain.
Fifty bucks.
Hey, Damon.
She's got psoriasis, eczema...
I don't have anything.
Who's next?
Everything's falling apart.
...talk. We have no troubles here.
I can see that you're off to a crackerjack start.
We cannot roll it up into a ball. We cannot push it up a hill.
Tanya? Christ.
Been camping all night, huh?
But the way to overcome it is to acknowledge it, validate it...
Why don't you just go away?
I really, really do.
- Let's go, guys. - Let's go, guys. Let's go get them.
Fear. It's a common stumbling block.
Hey, sugar, Donnie's here.
Comments, anyone? Anybody?
What do you think, class?
- I love you. - Not enough.
All right? So what's that make this?
You know, it might seem strange, but for the first time in years...