Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I don't want to shoot a deer. - Nonsense, R.J.
He had been a bit of a loser all through middle school.
(WHISPERING) Think, think, think.
- Not even, say, Becca DeLucci? - You son of a bitch.
She was gonna make me move to New Jersey,
I haven't spoken to him in three years
We're just gonna have to deal with this. Everyone, follow my lead.
(ALL CHEERING)
You picked the wrong guy.
I could see Stella was meant to be with Tony.
- It sure is. - Yes.
and bring it all the way back to New Jersey anyway?
I'll come back with an assortment of soft drinks and American pretzels.
There she goes! Taxi!
(FARTING)
Those don't come around often. Y'all are welcome.
(BOTH SCREAMING)
- Hey, buddy. - Want to hang out?
The perfect ending to a perfect love story.
Ooh.
Hey, I can't believe you missed that last empty-netter, you hoser.
(SIGHS)