Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Ya Old Schmuck

- I can't hold it! MAX: Reel him in.

Help, help! It's an emergency.

...you know, I think it works quite well...

Ain't got a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of.

Come on in. Have a little TV dinner. Lasagna's heating up now.

Yeah. Listen, I'm, uh, sorry about the, uh...

MAX: That's it. Coming. Coming. ARIEL: Aah! Aah!

So, Ariel, uh...

- Could I ask you a favor? JACOB: Sure.

- Yeah. - Mm-hm.

- Well, break it in. - Watch this. You'll get a kick out of this.

Looks like Casey’s

- What's it like in there? - What did she say?

All I know is you're one hell of a fisherman, Ariel.

MAX: The guy could be dead tomorrow, for chrissake.

- Max, what's going on? - Morning, Ariel.

- They're getting a divorce. - Huh?

Damn, that's great, Mike.

Thanks, Jacob. I'd like that.

Took quite a bit of prompting, I must say.

[KNOCKING ON FRONT DOOR]

You know, as far as I can tell.

Cold enough for ya? Brrr!

Yeah. I remember.

I'm just gonna keep knocking.

- Tie your shoelace. You'll fall. - Aw, shut up.

Don't you understand? I like being alone.

- I did that once. - Really?

CHUCK: Hi, John.

...20 feet from your front yards...

[BOTH LAUGHING]

JOHN [IN MOCKING TONE]: "Lots of ice out there, Gustafson."

Well, you'd better have a good reason for standing me up this morning.

I'm gonna keep ringing the bell, so you might as well answer the door.

Hey, dickhead, you win the lottery?

Ah, yes, there's nothing like the scent of...

Yeah, I'll see you.

I can see the beauty in this now.

Look, I'm not like you. L... I'm not afraid to be alone.

You mean the lowlife, ass-wipe egg-sucker John Gustafson?

Berkeley, that explains it.

...whenever anything good happens to us.

...and dump him.

If yer my buddy... This how we get along...

GRANDPA: Oh, my. MELANIE: Too much, Dad?

LEMMON: I throw back what I'm not gonna eat.

[REVVING CONTINUES]

Now go to your shanties, all of you. You're scaring the fish away.

You really think I wanted two jobs? I didn't do that for me.

- You're a child. - Don't tell me, Jacob. It isn't me.

- Did you know that? - No, I didn't know that.

[SOFTLY] All right.

Oh, for... Jesus, it's impossible. Impossible.

Dirty rat. I'll show him. Picking on people.

Yeah, that was plenty.

No, really. When Billy Gerber locked me in his tree house...

- I feel good. - Yeah. So how are you?

Well, maybe in California, but here in Minnesota... Ho-ho.

I'll tell you what's on my mind.

- How about those potato latkes? - Oy.

I can't wait around for anotherAmy. I ain't got time.

Wonderful. Wonderful.

- I guess it's time. - Yeah.

Goldman. It's Goldman.

John Gus... What?

No, close the door. Come in.

JACOB: Uh... - Ha, ha.

Dirty rat. Little turd.

I'm gonna kill him.

- See you later, Gustafson. - Ah.

Could I have little? Oh. Mmm.

Merry Christmas, John.

Looks like Casey’s out Protesting gun violence

SNYDER: Asshole.

ALEXANDRA: Good night, Grandpa.

I think Barry did that on purpose!

Looks like Chuck Took the wrong bus to Cartagena

And that all you have, see, is the experiences.

Bust my tuchus to get here on New Year's Eve...