Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

JOHN: Six of one.

Just a hot grill and some quality chuck.

I knew this was bullshit.

Well, I wouldn't get too excited. We did find a dead possum in there.

What you need is bone-crunching, face-smashing, good ol' American karate.

Have you tried pressing the power button?

I should've told you a long time ago.

Just because my husband spent half our Q3 marketing budget

Yeah, all right.

If I could just get those eyeballs on the dojo...

you have to unlearn your misconceptions about what constitutes training.

That's when you strike the hardest.

You know, like, "Hash brown, Team Cobra Kai" or something.

JOHN: This is an act of war.

We're gonna go for a swim, but maybe play with you later?

Secret's the chopped onions.

What the hell is going on here?

Sensei is definitely Keene's father.

Maybe you can give 'em a demonstration, you know?

Last week, I had no hot water.

I should've taken care of that old bastard when I had the chance.

With car salesmen, you always gotta read the fine print.

Cobra Kai! Cobra Kai! Cobra Kai!

"Stereotypical music." That was Mr. Miyagi's favorite song.

I know what it needs.

ANOUSH: Hey, Sensei? Huh?

This was all just some scam to get kids to do your yard work, huh?

But I promise...

Screw that lame meditation bullshit.

and then shacked up with a Pilates instructor half his age?

ANOUSH: I'm not a North Hollywood guy.

JOHNNY: [INTERRUPTS] "But" nothing.

That's called a bo.