Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She said you never went three times, Bob.
[Thud]
Who gives a rat’s ass About the All Star Game?
Why didn't we just change the subject before I was humiliated?
- [Muffed Grunting] - Okay, okay.
- And then we're gonna open the presents. - We can't open...
- Everyone, come on. - Santa doesn't drink champagne.
- Uh, Lieutenant, I found this mask with a weird smell. - We both found it.
with your cynicism and your derision!
Gary, get my bags.
If what's-his-name hadn't installed that fuckin' roadrunner booby trap...
Merry Christmas.
They're starting that curfew tonight, and this is our area.
- It failed eventually... - What are we, girlfriends here?
This isn't your M.O. You only knock over estates.
[Knocking]
We'll fix it, honey. We'll give him the money, the photos, anything.
I'm at the Chasseur house. Over.
You won't talk about it in therapy, but you'll discuss it behind my back...
I don't know. Where do you go?
Uh, we'll just put that in a pile right over here.
And the waiter said, You must try it. It's a delicacy.
and I'm gonna stick that pig's head right up your ass!
[Sighs] Shit. Who is that?
[Laughing]
And just remember, if you can't, what men your age become in prison: wet nurses.
You guys help yourselves. I'll go get Caroline, so...
- No. What was that laugh for? No, I don't. - Oh, like you don't know.
I got us moved to a more comfortable place.
You, sir. Whoa. Whoa.
Santa has a lactose intolerance.
- If you would answer a simple question... - Don't talk to him like that.!
- [Phil] We found it. Why'd you say that? - [Steve] I found it.
never took any money from his family then.
Great. I just beat up Santa Claus.
Got any rope... Lloyd?
- He's not in his right mind! - All right!
- Maybe a piece of pumpkin pie or something? - Oh, uh...
[Gasping]
Gus. Uh...
Phil needs to talk to a therapist.
I need some people to surround this house right now
will take a fuckin' cruise toJamaica...
in the master bedroom upstairs.
Hey!
- No, no! Don't. It's not worth it. - I just want to hit her.
- ♪ Lf that's love ♪ - [Knocking]
Santa drinks milk.
I can't spend my whole life sending everybody I care about to prison.
Behind the chessboard.
Mm-hmm. Ye... Marge, hold on. They got another call comin' in.
Nice. You rich?
( loud bark )
- No, no, no, no. - Thanks anyway. Hey, merry Christmas.
- Gary, this is to you from me. - Thank you, bunny.
[Man #2] Why weren't there more police on the street?
[Men Talking, Shouting]
- I'm serious, George. - Yeah?
What a liar. You're so unhappy you can hardly breathe.
- When are we gonna open presents? - Presents?
[Chuckling]
No prints, no evidence, nothing.
- Thank you. - Pay my best to Lloyd.
Hey, you had a gun, didn't you?
You didn't know what was the right thing.
- Okay? Repeat it. - 353 7.
[Gus] Caroline.
except I don't have the time!
- You guys okay? - Hands behind your back.
The cops, they've set up a roadblock. They're checking cars.
- Mmm. - Lloyd, what do you think about the dream?
which, uh, need to be weaved...
♪ Sweet singing in the choir ♪
[Connie] Caroline.!
And why? Let's be honest.
Slipper socks, medium!
that may sound great when you're 15 years old...
- Now listen up. We're gonna find this guy. - Precinct.
One less worthless man around. One less burden to society.
Maybe him and the Easter Bunny...
Hey, morons!
♪ Through the windows of pain ♪
- [Snarling] - [Screams]
Merry Christmas.