Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Oh, wait. Wait. Mom? Dad? - Yes.
I mean, so you made a mistake. Big deal.
...if I'll keep throwing good money after bad money while he's looking like this.
- She's here? - Yes.
- Linda! - Mr. Bodek?
Of course not.
- I bet she went to Tiki Joe's. - Tiki Joe's?
Oh, my God! Oh, you're just some- Oh, my God!
I- No.
Sometimes you crave pizza And sometimes you crave pizza with extra anchovies!
- Randy, you did. - Jenny, look.
Seems simple. It's our last night before break.
I believe you know my wife.
No. No. No!
- So how'd you do? - Do?
Okay. It's all right.
Oh, God.
We're looking at about half of what you need.
Jenny?
Why don't you have something to eat.
- Listen, asshole, stay away from her. - Go ahead, no-dick. Take a shot.
Shit. You never get treated that way with an Oriental woman.
That's the Randy Bodek Scholarship Fund.
Okay.
What's the matter, no-dick? Jen throw you out?
It's nothing personal.
You gotta deliver this to the Wilshire Motel, Room 214.
- Your roommate- - You missed him.
I think you should know that-
sw eee
Jumping to conclusions, am I, Diane?
Such a wise guy.
Harry.
All right. What the hell is all this?
God, it's Harry!
- I've been having nightmares. - About what?
Final? Final for what?
Now.
You gotta tell the woman that you're very sorry.
Dear Randy...
It's got extra everything. Sausages and the jalapeño peppers-
He never came back from his break. Sal's on delivery. I'm all alone.
Oh, my God!
Yes, my marriage. Fourteen years of a big mistake.
You're worth every penny.
- Shit. - What's the matter?
- I get the hint, Randy. - No, I wasn't- Okay, you're pissed?
- Seven times? - Yeah.
That's the day this joker comes by.
And I swear, the son of a bitch called from a shower stall.
Out... Out back.
You're not my boy-toy. I'm gonna tell them.
- I am so sorry. - Later, Linda.
Get off!
Oh, God! All those people!
- You parked in the back, right? - Yeah.
They wanted somebody to make them feel special.
Does that bother you?
- Yeah. - Like you do with your parents?
I gotta get some training in something.
Since when?
Have you heard of him? Dr. Reed Palmer?
Now they don't have to go to the bank or explain mysterious withdrawals.
- What are they, mountains? - Anatomical landscapes.
- You think it happens to the other guy. - Joe. Joe.
Yes, Randy?
Wait!
I can't believe it, right before our 20th anniversary.
How about sexually?
Son, sorry I'm late, but the traffic was hell out there.
Tell him I'll call him back.
Okay, hold on.
Personal fitness trainer.
Pumpkin!