Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Tax Evasion. Ages six to ten
Marshall!
So, we are gonna get our bro a four-star nad-rattler.
[Deep Breath]
- Judy, I... - I-I did it.
- And then the fat kid... - The fat kid just keeps...
- Question two. - Wait.
[Whimpers]
Mmm! Mmm!
I'd love to stop lying to my friends about you being in a coma.
Listen.
Guys...
How?
- ## [Bagpipes Deflate] - [Laughing]
My father's last words to me are "I love you."
"You know something, gorgeous?
I need vodka and dirty playing cards.
[Exclaims, Clears Throat]
And what are we left with?
What's up, Marshall?
Well, don't look at me. This morning...
My daughter in Chicago just went into labor.
[High-pitched Voice] I'm peeing my pants!
But I'm leaving you in the capable hands...
[Lily Groans]
[Barney] Exactly.