Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Ma. -Helen, will you stop bothering him?

They're musicians.

-Excuse me, please. -Oh, sure.

-Jerry Seinfeld, please. -You must be Kramer's guys.

Everyone stay in your seats.

-Hi, Son. -Hi, Daddy.

...except for one minor yet crucial detail.

I admire your skills, Mr. Peanut.

Your palate is unrefined

So, Jerry, if my investors don't get Cubans, the whole deal's off.

Like a mustache or wearing a top hat...

Here's your halibut omelet.

Well, that's why you gotta get real Cubans.

You know... You'd have to fuck me

-Where? -No, no, no, don't look.

That's a nice four seconds.

Coming back to work after taking a week off...

All right, 7:30, got the place to myself.

To tell you the truth, Elaine.

Yeah, I'm a little worried.

-So? -Box of Raisinets eating...

...so I couldn't tell you whether I liked it...

Then I'm going to Mars.

I just don't understand the Raisinets.

You said you were busy tonight.

I try to take a vacation. I come back, the whole operation's in shambles.

You don't like the new interface?

Who's she dating? Mr. Peanut?

-Maybe he has money. -Maybe he doesn't.