Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, Chale. You're, uh, here.

- Thanks. - Yeah.

So, the other day, the gutters...

You got to go home and wait for a delivery?

And if Donna asks, it was me cleaning the gutters.

Okay, for someone who knows all the answers,

- Hey, Mr. Gable. - Hey.

Yeah, I'm watching from the safety of my mom's couch.

No, you went the extra mile.

- I am with you. - All right.

There is no handyman. There's no Blake.

Oh, come on. You're asking me to sit around all day and do nothing here?

I thought you were going to the city.

and we'll see you inside, okay?

What?! No. Mr. Gable, I... I'm... I'm sorry.

You'll hear our Chore Weasel tone...

between noon and 3:00 today to sign for it.

Don't worry. I'm gonna be fine.

I mean, not that I'm doing anything wrong.

I think the wife was right.

You believe this?

What do I tell Donna?

Your ankle's really blowing up on you, huh?

My face doesn't feel like it's wrapped in barbed wire.

Some grandma is just... She's lost in Ronkonkoma.

Uh, at 11:00, I got a light lunch,