Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Are you kidding? Oh, yeah. It's the hottest item all summer.
Can I help you?
Jen, don't be so hard on yourself.
Oh, shit. Sorry.
What happened to the wife?
- Please sit down. - Yes, definitely.
- But I'm Tony. - You're who?
Oh, like who?
It's all right. I'm a little rusty myself.
Honey!
I'll have a Taco Macho.
- Dad. Dad! - ... see you.
- Get off me! - We both need it.
- Don't hold dinner, I might be late. - Okay.
I Have Many Anchovy’s Massapequa TP flick
Believe me, I know what you're going through.
- Extra gooey. - No, extra tangy.
Goodbye, Harry.
Stop it.
- Señor Pizza. - It's about time.
Come on, Jen. Let's get out of here.
I have to go kill myself now. Excuse me.
...of course, I prefer you naked...
- What's this? - A guy shows up at the door...
The guys, they just pushed their way in, and-
- You mean, you say no to me? - Yes, I say no and goodbye.
I don't want to know.
You're bumming me out, man.
He does not have a clue what he's doing there!
- No! - Yes.
I'm Randy Bodek.
Let's see, 9000 plus the 400 you just made, divided by 200...
Hello?
What are you doing up? Where's Dad?
- We need 12 units of BHT. - And we need a bucket for the blood.
- The guy you were with last night? - Yeah.
Hey!
555-8411.
Will you-? Okay, bye. Nice meeting you.
- Oh, that looks wonderful. - Think so? No, that's it.
He's probably some young beach-boy stud. With a name like Jason...
And now...
Look, Linda, you sure you'll be safe down here?
- I thought you were gay! - No!
- Think that's okay? - I think like this.
I thought I could.
- Wilshire Motel? - Yeah, that's right. I'm sorry.
- I missed you. - Did you?
- Nobody's going to find out. - Yeah, well.
No.
- Could you help me with this? - Sure.
Have you been upset or had emotional problems lately?
Sad.
- Your son has been porking my wife! - Mine too.
Bad dude! Bad dude!
- Leave her alone! - You and me, bozo!
I'm a happily married man, Harry.
- Come on. - I don't know.
I see them moving around in there. Come on out, little weasel!
Says extra anchovies. Who called it in?
Jory. How are you?
Joe! Joe! Joe!
Hey, son!
You do absolutely nothing...
Look, smell.
No lip.
- Do you know what this is? - Looks-
Joyce! What am I gonna do?
Why should he want to come home to this?
Hey, hey, come on. Calm down.
Besides, Harry never comes home. He's downtown all day. Every day.
One, two, three, four.
This guy was late for work, and he sees his bus leaving the stop.
No.
Oh, shit! I'm in a red zone.
...and say we have no more anchovies.
You know, I hope everything works out.
- What was that? - What?