Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Took quite a bit of prompting, I must say.

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

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

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

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

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

Looks like Chuck Took the wrong bus to Cartagena

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Ya Old Schmuck

JACOB: Uh... - Ha, ha.

Don't you understand? I like being alone.

I can see the beauty in this now.

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

I'm gonna kill him.

- They're getting a divorce. - Huh?

Yeah, that was plenty.

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

- See you later, Gustafson. - Ah.

[REVVING CONTINUES]

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

CHUCK: Hi, John.

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

Berkeley, that explains it.

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

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

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

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

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

- I guess it's time. - Yeah.

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

ALEXANDRA: Good night, Grandpa.

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

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

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

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

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

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

No, close the door. Come in.

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

- How about those potato latkes? - Oy.

SNYDER: Asshole.

- Yeah. - Mm-hm.

You know, as far as I can tell.

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

Yeah, I'll see you.

[KNOCKING ON FRONT DOOR]

Thanks, Jacob. I'd like that.

Looks like Casey’s out Protesting gun violence

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

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

I think Barry did that on purpose!

[BOTH LAUGHING]

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

Cold enough for ya? Brrr!

Goldman. It's Goldman.

[SOFTLY] All right.

Dirty rat. Little turd.

Looks like Casey’s

Merry Christmas, John.

Hey, dickhead, you win the lottery?

Could I have little? Oh. Mmm.

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

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

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

Yeah. I remember.

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

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

John Gus... What?

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

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

Wonderful. Wonderful.

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

...whenever anything good happens to us.

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

I'm just gonna keep knocking.

Damn, that's great, Mike.

Help, help! It's an emergency.

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

- I did that once. - Really?

So, Ariel, uh...

...and dump him.