Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The only time he ever said "yo" was

Bob's right here somewhere. Hey, where'd Felix go?

You are sweating a lot, Felix.

And he said come back anytime.

Don't blame this on the ocean, Bob.

Hurry up then! Untie us!

Hey what are you looking at?

♪ If only you'd purchased a better cell phone ♪

I wonder what his text was supposed to be.

"Help. I'm tired yo." What?!

Like brothers. Wrestling?

Dad, if you're dying, don't!

No. I knew he didn't have the ball...

I told you he'd never go through with it.

You kids are a two-adult, two-bottle-of-wine-a-night job

I've always felt... Bob. Bob, Bob, Bob, I see what you're doing.

Maybe it's Jimmy Jr.

What? Fanny, what are you doing?

Well, Bosco was no help.

Bob? I can't hear you, hon.

I-I don't love it.

What do you want now, Felix?

Okay. How about over there?

Plus, you got to kill the witness.

and get you your nightclub, but I-I can't do it.

Okay. Oh, God. Please, Mr. Fischoeder, do something.

Linda! What are you doing here? We got these weird texts from Bob.

I love you, Mom! And you, Dad!

There they are... Milo and Otis.

What happened to common courtesy?

Tussling? Bonding. I don't know.

That's where I always picture him.

as Felix Fischoeder, the condo king

Glad you like this rotten old wharf so much,

Calvin, I've lived too long

I'm not sure if I got it all, but it should be close. Hit "send."

I'm here to save you! Oh.