Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I think Barry did that on purpose!
Look, I'm not like you. L... I'm not afraid to be alone.
[GASPING]
However, uh...
- I feel good. - Yeah. So how are you?
- I can't hold it! MAX: Reel him in.
...and dump him.
[MAX CHUCKLES]
GRANDPA: Oh, my. MELANIE: Too much, Dad?
- I guess it's time. - Yeah.
MAX: That's it. Coming. Coming. ARIEL: Aah! Aah!
.
[KNOCKING ON FRONT DOOR]
- I did that once. - Really?
Help, help! It's an emergency.
Ah, yes, there's nothing like the scent of...
Wonderful. Wonderful.
- What's it like in there? - What did she say?
So, Ariel, uh...
[GASPING]
Looks like Casey’s
...20 feet from your front yards...
Goldman. It's Goldman.
- See you later, Gustafson. - Ah.
No, close the door. Come in.
Took quite a bit of prompting, I must say.
I'm gonna kill him.
Come on in. Have a little TV dinner. Lasagna's heating up now.
Yeah, that was plenty.
[REVVING CONTINUES]
[GASPING]
- How about those potato latkes? - Oy.
No, really. When Billy Gerber locked me in his tree house...
Yeah, I'll see you.
LEMMON: I throw back what I'm not gonna eat.
JOHN [IN MOCKING TONE]: "Lots of ice out there, Gustafson."
Left hook...
Yes, to Chuck.
Thanks, Jacob. I'd like that.
Dirty rat. I'll show him. Picking on people.
[SOFTLY] All right.
Merry Christmas, John.
You really think I wanted two jobs? I didn't do that for me.
Well, you'd better have a good reason for standing me up this morning.
Berkeley, that explains it.
...you know, I think it works quite well...
I can see the beauty in this now.
Yeah. Listen, I'm, uh, sorry about the, uh...
ALEXANDRA: Good night, Grandpa.
Oh, for... Jesus, it's impossible. Impossible.
You know...
- Max, what's going on? - Morning, Ariel.
[MAX CHUCKLES]
- They're getting a divorce. - Huh?
Love muffin
Damn, that's great, Mike.
- You're a child. - Don't tell me, Jacob. It isn't me.
Yeah. I remember.
And that all you have, see, is the experiences.
John Gus... What?
Don't you understand? I like being alone.
Putz. lol
Well, maybe in California, but here in Minnesota... Ho-ho.
Moron.
[GROWLS]
[YELLING]
- Could I ask you a favor? JACOB: Sure.
Could I have little? Oh. Mmm.
Yep.
Cold enough for ya? Brrr!
JACOB: Uh... - Ha, ha.
Bloodsuckers.
Dirty rat. Little turd.
...whenever anything good happens to us.
I'll tell you what's on my mind.
You know, as far as I can tell.
Ain't got a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of.
[SIGHS]
I'm just gonna keep knocking.
Bust my tuchus to get here on New Year's Eve...
[HORN HONKING]
SNYDER: Asshole.
If yer my buddy... This how we get along...
MAX: The guy could be dead tomorrow, for chrissake.
- Well, break it in. - Watch this. You'll get a kick out of this.
- Yeah. - Mm-hm.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
You mean the lowlife, ass-wipe egg-sucker John Gustafson?
- Did you know that? - No, I didn't know that.
P-yew!
Hey, dickhead, you win the lottery?
I'm gonna keep ringing the bell, so you might as well answer the door.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY Ya Old Schmuck
- Tie your shoelace. You'll fall. - Aw, shut up.
Now go to your shanties, all of you. You're scaring the fish away.
MAN: Yes, sir.
Looks like Chuck Took the wrong bus to Cartagena
Looks like Casey’s out Protesting gun violence
ARIEL: Hi.
I can't wait around for anotherAmy. I ain't got time.
[GROANS]
What is it?
All I know is you're one hell of a fisherman, Ariel.
Aah!
CHUCK: Hi, John.