Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

ALEXANDRA: Good night, Grandpa.

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

- I guess it's time. - Yeah.

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

SNYDER: Asshole.

Goldman. It's Goldman.

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

Dirty rat. Little turd.

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

JACOB: Uh... - Ha, ha.

Don't you understand? I like being alone.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Ya Old Schmuck

Merry Christmas, John.

I can see the beauty in this now.

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

Wonderful. Wonderful.

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

Looks like Casey’s

Berkeley, that explains it.

So, Ariel, uh...

[KNOCKING ON FRONT DOOR]

Help, help! It's an emergency.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

Damn, that's great, Mike.

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

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

...whenever anything good happens to us.

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

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

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

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

[SOFTLY] All right.

Could I have little? Oh. Mmm.

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

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

Looks like Chuck Took the wrong bus to Cartagena

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

No, close the door. Come in.

John Gus... What?

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

Yeah, that was plenty.

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

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

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

I'm gonna kill him.

Looks like Casey’s out Protesting gun violence

- I did that once. - Really?

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

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

Took quite a bit of prompting, I must say.

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

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

You know, as far as I can tell.

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

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

- How about those potato latkes? - Oy.

Yeah, I'll see you.

- See you later, Gustafson. - Ah.

CHUCK: Hi, John.

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

Cold enough for ya? Brrr!

Thanks, Jacob. I'd like that.

Yeah. I remember.

- They're getting a divorce. - Huh?

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

[REVVING CONTINUES]

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

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

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

...and dump him.

I'm just gonna keep knocking.

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

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

Hey, dickhead, you win the lottery?

I think Barry did that on purpose!

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

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

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

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

- Yeah. - Mm-hm.