Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't know what God wants for us, all right?
Hey, Dennis, little Matt’s Moore’s here. Hey-oh!
Why the hell are you fasting?
- Where did you get it? - I have my sources.
Well, I'm hoping it's mostly the booze talking.
I can't, okay? L-I... I can't.
I'm in love with a man that I can't have, Father.
but does my face look fat to you?
- Uh, yeah, I know that. - Not supposed to sleep in the bar anymore, bro.
- Wow. You look different. - Yeah, so do you. No more back brace, I see.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been 10 years since my last confession.
He will smite you all. God will smite you all!
Yeah, so, maybe I'm not such a bad guy...
What happened to all that God's wrath business, and this has to end...
Oh, wow. It is you. Matthew Mara.
- That's my girl. - It didn't really happen like that.
This is a place of business, not your home.
- That's what you get for not eating. - Hey, Cricket!
- You gotta be kidding me, dude. - Well, the Lord works in mysterious ways.
You found the four people on the planet dumb enough to listen to your shit.
.
- What's that? - It's a goddamn gold mine.
I mean, you wanted me once, and now that you can have me...
Hey, you come to witness the miracle for yourself?
- Does look like it. Weird. - I don't see it.
You gotta... You should go and undo that right now.
He is my number two and doesn't really do the same...
We found a stain in our bar that resembles the Virgin Mary.