Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Jay] Yes. My wish came true.

then we have the quartet of magicians we need to rescue The Magnificent Gary.

Washing my car once doesn't fix anything.

And being your own woman.

Uh, no, Nathan.

Come on, lady, where do you hide your booze? Cough it up.

Ooh, I'll get a scrunchie to tie back your father's balls.

♪ Num, num, num, num, eat it up Foreplay, okay, three, two, one ♪

-Ah! -But not for long.

You me. It's you me's fault.

[whistle blows]

and this rusty bike horn shoved up his ass.

Real men aren't lovey-dovey pansies.

Oh, so it's not about me.

[Jay] Fuck them and fuck you!

That feels better, right?

[chuckles] Cowabunga, baby.

I mean, my wife.

Come down for breakfast.

[magicians chanting] Arenap. Arenap. Arenap.

I can't tell her that.

Oh my God, Jessi. [gasps]

but now I'm beginning to understand your vulnerability is actually strength.

Holy shit, Missy.

-[Jay] Wait a minute, what? I'm sorry.

Enjoy your schooling and watch The Rookie, Sundays on ABC, at 10/9 Central.

Well, I'd love to respond to you, of course…

Actually, son, I thought maybe instead of brutalizing each other's nipples today,

Speak for yourself.

And even though I think synagogue is a waste of time

♪ Oh, ooh, ooh ♪

Mr. Glouberman?

What's everyone up to this weekend?

Your line is, "I can do this forever. I love being a cop."

You know what? I'm very proud of myself.

-[Barbara] Oh, Marty. -[Marty] Cowabunga!

And a machete in his filing cabinet?

No, you idiot. Because I was scared.

[Jay] Uh, yeah, as long as I'm not stupid shitty-ass me.

Nathan, where are you going?