Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Dee, you know what? Nobody cares about your psych or theater training.
- I'll pick you up at 8:00? - Cool.
- Let me crack one more egg for you and throw it in the omelet! - You got an egg?
- the most terrible man on the planet! - I- I'm sorry.
Yeah. You were right about that.
## [Man Singing Pop]
How about that game against Dallas...
Yeah. That's Eric Wyzotski's cousin. Carmen, right?
Yeah. Look at his jeans, dude.
- We thought you were dying, Charlie. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
I'm gonna march up to that waitress, tell her that he has cancer. All right?
- Uh, yeah. I might. Come on in. - Yeah? Okay.
That's great, man. That is terrific. It must really take your mind off things then, huh?
I don't understand how you could possibly be so-
- there's a dick in those pants dude - I'll be right back
Dude, isn't that a gatekeep? Shit, yeah, it's a gatekeep!
- What's goin' on, man? You seem really happy. - Uh, I feel pretty happy.
- and we were supposed to bring that. - Yeah, no. You're- Okay.
That's why I haven't been down to the bar recently. And, uh-
Hey! Guess what, Dee. You're gonna love this. No, no, no.
- Hey. - Hey, dude.
Speaking of which, anybody want to get up off their ass and help me with the boxes?
Oh, you just want somebody to do all the grunt work for you.