Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They had airplanes in the '60s, Jenna.
It's exactly like a snow-cone, except they call it a piragua.
And if you gave me another chance, maybe this could be something.
No, I'm waiting for the results of a biopsy. We went to this picnic.
You too.
I'm fine.
I don't want to die alone. And now, I don't have to.
Spend my lunch hour walking up and down Sixth Avenue... Iooking for a hot meal.
# Supersonic, idiotic, disconnected, not respected...?
And I'm sorry if I was rude the other day.
It's nothing. It's embarrassing.
We'll have some dinner, some laughs, some sex...
When Angie and I got married, my only assets were
if I ever have enough money for her to live off of half.
I don't want to spend so much. I have to.
Something that will bring you peace of mind.
I'm not baby crazy, Jenna.
O.D.'d at a gay man's apartment this morning.
Was anything even going to happen between us tonight?
I have to spend it all on useless things,
Yeah, you know me.
"A Blaffair to Rememblack".
Careful, buddy! It's hot!
Do we at least have the music rights?
But family is family. You're a good son.
Everybody, this is my friend, Jack.
It isn't stealing if it fell on the ground.
Jack, would you like to stay?