Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- In a taco. - What?
Damn it, Uncle Buck. This horse will never race again.
[NICK GRUNTING AND YELLING]
- Check this. We get seersucker suits... - Yeah.
We're like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.
Then there are people who you don't want to be unpredictable, like your dentist.
Oh, I got a great idea. We can name a star after her.
- I thought you weren't sweating it. - I'm not sweating it.
- Shh! - "Monsoon Bedding."
So many hats.
Yeah, sure, Walt may owe me a couple hundred bucks. Not a big deal.
- Take it off. - Now, take it off!
We all make mistakes, Dad.
- Yes. - I begged you to wear a sari.
- He's sweating? He's not sweating. - Why he sweat so much?
- For God's sakes. - They're wearing clothes.
Let's concentrate on the broheem, smite later.
- Eight stars? - There's like a billion.
- Cool half-turtleneck. How you doing? - Good. Just getting over a little cold.
The, uh, Hollow Leg Swap-Em-Out?
- We're gonna talk the guy down. - I don't know how.
- I wanna buy a horse... - Uh-huh. Heh.
- Get out of here before I throw you out. - He's so organized.
Look, Nick, my dad left when I was 3.
- How did he find me? - Who was that?
I was ready to get your friend's money back for her, okay?
You said you're gonna smite me?
- You want another beer? - Sure do, compadre.
- Whatever. - I like broheem thing a lot.
- One bite at a time. - Yes, one bite at a time.
- Look at his features. - Look at yours.