Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh...
No, he showed it to me... It's jelly.
Uh-huh.
- I'm telling you... - You just don't understand!
That's got to be the heat from the pizza ovens right there.
What?
- But it was sick. - Yeah.
the whole fake "getting down off the ladder" thing?
Not for me... for another guy down at the firehouse.
Ah! I get it.
Where'd you, uh... Where'd you grow up?
I hired the guy the one time, and you know what?
Yeah. I get it.
- Mnh-mnh! No, no! - Yes!
No.
Yep, he's been great lately.
If you ever need anything, you call me.
So, let me get this straight.
I will not find someone else!
No, I don't. I... going back to the garage now.
but he's not.
- What? - Get down, get down!
But, once again, no guarantees.
Chore Weasel?
Okay, it's exactly what you think.
No, you know what?
No. You should.
Now, you come over here and you give me a kiss.
You threw your back out, Duffy lost a tooth,
Kevin, I'm a Chore Weasel.