Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Get out.
- [Santa Laughing] - Oh? Great.
No, we don't have any rope.
I gave him a real job.
- Right. - Yeah.
Lloyd, don't talk to me.
Okay. Guess we're gonna have to economize, huh?
[Chuckling] And Santa would like to toast you all...
It's really expensive treatment. I can tell you that much. Costs a hell of a lot of money.
I want you in front of me at all times.
What did I tell you if something went wrong?
- I promised them I'd have eggnog! - You can if you make it.
No, that's fast-forward. This is it.
- I got a blackmail deal going in school... - Blackmail?
- The color of your jacket. - It's charcoal.
You don't think patients should examine their dreams?
I mean, what kind of a loser actually thinks anybody else is interested?
Just forget it, okay?
If I were a senator... [Groaning]
I got a lot of children to see before that curfew.
It's the county prosecutor.
you have discussed Caroline's adultery.
I have a skill. I'm in the game, pal.
- Unh! - What is wrong with you?
Yeah, it's, uh... real neat.
I've, you know... This is finished.
This is my lastjob.
This may be our last chance for normal food.
- Connecticut is the fifth ring of hell. - [Alarm Beeping]
Okay now, Caroline, Lloyd and I will go into the kitchen and get the coffee and dessert.
Bainbridge is the only two-way street to the docks.
- [Whimpers] - [Gus] What the fuck is wrong with you?
Jesus.
I thought... maybe. [Laughing]
a little space to work out their...
[Sighing, Sniffs]
- Thanks to Margaret. Yup. Bye. - Right. Yeah. Hey!
Figure it out.! I don't care if it's a barrel as long as it fucking floats.
Is there some trouble?
What's the point? You've made your decision.
- Boy. He has the imagination... - That the Mafia gives scholarships for.
That's the problem!
Great. You know what?
No, you people don't get impressed, do ya?
in a one-bedroom apartment in New York City.
She can't afford to. If she did, she'd be back in the slammer before she knew it.
[Growling]
[Gus] What about the basement? Is there a tunnel or a hole?
[Ringing]
How can you talk to each other like that?
My best to the wife and kids. Merry Christmas.
- I'm not here to judge. - What the hell good are you?
- We personally own nothing. - We took out a loan.
[Thumping Upstairs]
Pops, why don’t you eat me
you can climb on up and nail yourself to it.
Hello?
- Come on in. In the kitchen. - Oh, yeah.
- My feet hurt. - Take 'em off. Go barefoot.
Oh, please, Jesse, look. Give us another...
on the holiest of nights. Everyone, grab a glass.
- [Chuckles] - I knew...
He's kind of a, uh, short... drunken loser.
I just developed some new pictures. Stunning.
[Chuckling]
Well, she would never do that.
You're gonna be somebody's patient if you don't get your ass back down into that chair.
♪ Why ♪
You're the only one that can take him.
- Christmas Eve, it's... - Murray.
[Newscaster] To residents of Old Baybrook...
Here we are.! Hey, hey.! I got one forJohnny here.!
[Sirens Wailing]
No! No! Unh!
and it won't do a bit of good.
I mean, dreams should be private, don't you think?
- And by 10:00 tonight, there's a curfew. - Fuck it.
It doesn't feel like nothing.
The credits then roll, concluding with an apology for any distress caused to cat lovers, and a message saying to comment on and rate the video.
Actually, may I have a glass of water?
[Radio] And later on in the news...
- Oh! Oh, oh! Stop it! - What's that?
Fuckin' cocksuckers! Jesus!
Sounds too sweet... Then don’t eat it...
What do you mean?
I could have been in the shower.
- Let's all go to the bathroom... - Sit down, Connie. Sit.
Listen, kid. Maybe you better tell me where the swag is, in case I have to bribe somebody.
- Wasn't. - Why don't we go downstairs?
You want to see Santa farting down everyone's chimney?
Hello?
Can you do me a favor?
Oh, my God! Thank God you're here! You've got to hurry!
♪ Can we stop hurting each other ♪
Your husband ain't dead, lady. He's hiding!