Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, close the door. Come in.

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

Dirty rat. Little turd.

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

Help, help! It's an emergency.

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

- I did that once. - Really?

[BOTH LAUGHING]

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

Cold enough for ya? Brrr!

ALEXANDRA: Good night, Grandpa.

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

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

You know, as far as I can tell.

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

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

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

John Gus... What?

Merry Christmas, John.

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

Could I have little? Oh. Mmm.

I'm just gonna keep knocking.

Yeah, that was plenty.

Looks like Casey’s

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

- See you later, Gustafson. - Ah.

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

Hey, dickhead, you win the lottery?

Yeah, I'll see you.

So, Ariel, uh...

Berkeley, that explains it.

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

Took quite a bit of prompting, I must say.

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

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

Goldman. It's Goldman.

Looks like Casey’s out Protesting gun violence

Thanks, Jacob. I'd like that.

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

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

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

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

...whenever anything good happens to us.

- They're getting a divorce. - Huh?

JACOB: Uh... - Ha, ha.

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

Don't you understand? I like being alone.

SNYDER: Asshole.

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

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

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

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Ya Old Schmuck

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

[REVVING CONTINUES]

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

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

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

CHUCK: Hi, John.

Damn, that's great, Mike.

- How about those potato latkes? - Oy.

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

I think Barry did that on purpose!

Wonderful. Wonderful.

I can see the beauty in this now.

- Yeah. - Mm-hm.

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

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

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

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

...and dump him.

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

I'm gonna kill him.

[KNOCKING ON FRONT DOOR]

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

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

Looks like Chuck Took the wrong bus to Cartagena

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

[SOFTLY] All right.

Yeah. I remember.

- I guess it's time. - Yeah.