Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, Carla calls you her superman, and you love that.

...apology accepted.

I took all his patients

Bye, Carla. Sorry I didn't get to meet your husband.

- Alcoholic. That was easy. - Yeah.

Though I deal with death every time I walk into this place,

Look, Mr Cannon, let's drop the forgetful act!

I don't know. Maybe we should work on that...

- Why haven't you told her? - I'm not sure.

- Towel. - Thank you. Let's rock'n'roll.

- I gotta go to work. - OK, little brother.

"Can I tell you something weird?"

- There you go. - Oh, thank you.

When someone shoves you like this?

No need. I already got him back and then some.

Throw the ball, you jackass.

- What is it? - Dan, I love you,

I believe the ratio's shifted that way.

The good news is that it's Type 2 diabetes.

Today doesn't look good. Get me beer?

Oh, it's the flu, like I said.

Spent most time dealing with the headstone.

Now I can feel my tootsies.

Look, I put a six-pack for you in the toilet.

I gotta tell you, little brother, you were always the apple of Dad's eye.