Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She has ruined my son's life. I can attest to that.
Excuse me, but this is my jurisdiction, and we are perfectly capable...
That's not true.
Ahh. Mmm.
that I was unfaithful.
And you call that being responsible!
That is not appropriate dinner conversation. Eat!
- Have some coffee. - Go to hell, mama's boy!
You told your mother?
- Never've happened if you'd come into the store! - I have a gun.
♪ I have no friends ♪
[Caroline] What we're having...
Capital L, small I, small A, small R, Period
Did I catch you at a bad time?
So do me a favor, do yourself a favor, cut the shit.
Good idea.
- I am taking my children upstairs right now. - Connie, that's it.
No, this is it. This is the best route.
You call your patients wackos?
Look, it was a long time ago. It's over. I'm fine about it.
He currently has several photographs of me.
I don't want any plastics and I don't want any ground foors...
- Here we go. How's that, Mom? Good? - Mary, this one's yours.
- This is the best route? - We'll be there in no time. Come on!
Because the next time I see you I'm gonna tear all the hair out of your balls one by one...
You're husband ain't dead, lady, he's hiding !!
You're the one who suffocated him with limitations.
♪ And how ♪
My God! I swear to God!
She's upstairs. She's chang... You want a cup of coffee?
♪ Lf that's wanting ♪
Oh. Isn't that nice.
Steve, Phil, merry Christmas.
- With that bitch! - Hey, she's my mother.
but someone stole it.
It gives him horrible gas pains.
Gussie, where the hell are ya? I'm scared. I don't think I can handle this.
Mother might get upset or Mother might get angry.
- Bye-bye. - All right, bye-bye.
Uh, I'll get there as soon as I can, okay? Tell the kids I love 'em.
You gotta help me.
The boat needs... a little work.
You bitch and moan because things don't go your way.
♪ Loving you is killing me ♪
And you don't give us a goddamn thing.
- Our son's a very sensitive, creative... - Juvenile delinquent.
[Crunching Continues]
Works for me.
- Look who dropped by. - [Both] Merry Christmas, Connie.
I believe you have some evidence in your possession...
- [Jesse] Docks are down the street on your left. - [Siren Blares]
- [Snickering] - Let's go.
I'll tell you what. Go to a place called Winslow Harbors, okay?
In the first place, it wasn't one bad review in one lousy magazine.
Maybe I can't... take failure.
because they're afraid the world will find out...
or your faggot dogs start humping each other without permission.
[Sighs]
life and marriage was less complicated.
Antiques like this ain't cheap.
We'll get him though. We got every cop and his brother lookin'for him.
Thank you very much. Merry Christmas.
Barnes & Noble Why don't you eat me.
- Jesse. - Who are you? Hey! Watch it!
World wars, old age, marriage and weak men like you.
I don't know. I don't know what your father wants.
Aah!
highways of communication...
they rendered her infammable.
So... where are they, Caroline?
Nice and quiet.
The spirit of Christmas is either you're good, or you're punished and you burn in hell.
Merry Christmas.
[Chuckles]
Oh, wow! That's so cool.
[Clears Throat] And before that, it wasn't all that, um...
let's set the record straight.
hello?
that she's a nasty, selfish woman who thinks only of herself.
What the hell is wrong with you people? You're supposed to be a family.
Slipper socks? Really?!? Go fuck yourself
No sense of time.
Who the fuck is that?
My line of work, you meet some real wackos.
- [Sirens Continue] - Oh, no! Gussie!
- Listen, she's a nice woman. And she's just... - [Gus Laughing]
- A friend of mine's got a boat. - A friend?
Ow.!
of your body, put 'em in a big plastic bag, bring it back to my house...
- We'll put you in there. It'll be perfect. - No, no, no.
Drive.
You can divorce me, you know. I mean, I don't care about alimony.
- Santa, have a cookie.! - Over here.!
I said I run it. I didn't say I own it. I am the manager.
How could you tell him that so casually, like you were asking for water?
and you're way in over your head.
[barking continues]
- It was necessary. - It was nothing more...
which is about half what the stuff s really worth...
That's it, that's it.
[Growling]
- Now, put the presents under the tree. - Connie, honey...