Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Maybe I better give you a hand. - No, no, that's not- Okay, yeah.

Oh, God, it's all my fault.

But I still love you.

Intruder alert! Trespasser!

To check on the last-minute details. You know how she gets!

So? What's going on?

We really need to talk, son.

Charged to Señor Pizza. The bridge club ordered in.

Oh, excuse me. I'm Randy's dad. Nice to meet you.

What's the story with the coat here?

- I love her. - What did you say?

I don't believe this.

And why don't you ever stand up for me?

Four of them scheduled deliveries for later this week!

Two-hour appointment with Dr. Palmer this morning. House call. Right?

F in geometry. Now, what the hell's so subjective about that?

Where is she? What did she say?

- I don't know. We had a fight. - About me?

The first Bodek to graduate from college.

- Go away. Go away! Go away! - Joe.

My wife's having an affair.

- Yeah? - Back at school.

But it is all broken. The tip will be very small.

You're a terrific person.

Well, less expenses, which is...

See, I'm the only driver right now. Well, thanks. Will I-?

...to a stag party in Costa Mesa.

Like extra anchovies on that?

I don't want to break up with you. Look, I got you a present.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

A lot of these girls you've been seeing, they've got boyfriends, don't they?

Mustaches, mustaches.

Look, I don't know what time-

But I cannot lie to you, my darling.

Don't take it so personally.

I cannot believe Alex would do this to me.

Looks brand-new to me.

Look, it's just been one giant mistake.

I'm talking to him.

What is that? A prescription?

I've got three charges for deliveries from someplace called Señor Pizza.

Don't move. My lip is caught in the zipper.

- ... would you give it to me? - Yes.

Joyce, I'm not making this up. I have pains in my chest.

My anniversary party. Oh, Joe's already there.

Now, you could just snap your fingers and get any guy you wanted.

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

Of course you would.

- Husbands. - Me too.

Oh, I thought you had the afternoon off!

It's not good to tell him I'm living with a girl.

All right! Outside! Outside!

You son of a bitch!

I know the wrapping's a little primitive, but it's nice. Go ahead, open it.

...but if you must wear something, it should be the best.

You have been porking my wife!

Oh, my God. You're not?

Come on, Jen, my dad's coming. Look, at least let me get my stuff.

- Sal said I didn't have to wear it. - Sal.

- See, I don't know what to do. - I do. Move your butt.

Something was up when I saw those old records out.

Great. Great, you know, until recently.

Bad boy! Bad boy!