Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, let's... let's go.

It's fine. I've got this completely under control.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey. - What?

I have to go to sound check.

Our founding fathers would shit their pants

with limited potable water that has to be saved for consumption?

Okay, what about that then?

I'm so sorry, Honey.

- I took something from work. - Oh? What'd you take?

and I was reading this article that said

- or whatever it is you work for. - It's just biotech...

How am I gonna get this to Florida?

- I hated the way that felt. - Please, never again.

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!

I really couldn't... no, don't film me.

Thank you! Thank you!

So a bum with a band uniform.

We're gonna go save your idiot dad.

Why do you always have to make this about you

Look, Nate, just give us the stuff, Honey.

How did you get this?

Do we need to do this right now?

- Merry Christmas. - Okay.

- Just tell me what it is. - Lower the gun!

Dad, why can't we sit with mom and Delilah?

- Ashantis? - Uh-huh.

- Yeah, but you're way more mad at him. - For sure.

- Are you crying? - No, it's no crying.

It's a fake sad bar, not a real sad bar.

- Well, soap and water works better. - Yeah, I know it works better.

Do I really need to repeat that sentence?

Look, I know it's hard to understand, let alone accept,

Looks like we found ourselves a scrooge, folks.

Babe! What are you doing here? How did you find me?