Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I have no idea, Pop-pop.

That's a horrible investment. She's into that Gandhi crapola.

You wanna know why I'm messed up? Why I don't trust people?

You're just as gorgeous. I mean, kind of. You're kind. You always have gum.

This thing doesn't turn so well.

We're coming with, Dad.

- Here you go, boys. Enjoy. - Thanks, Dad.

- I'll take care of that. - Okay.

I don't need to break the pipes, Jess.

- Slowly with chopsticks. - Chopsticks?

[NICK GRUNTING]

JESS: Whoa. I wish I had brought my stethoscope.

- Oh, yeah. - You should be so much worse.

- Damn, Pop-pop. - Stop calling him Pop-pop!

[BANGING ON DOOR]

Nicky only had one dream when he was a kid: To own a family horse.

...and his mustache and his perfect hair. - I feel like you need to talk to him about this.

- Is that what it...? Oh. WINSTON: Boom.

Okay, technically they were misprints.

- Rather keep it a secret. - Your dream finally came true.

Who's gonna mess with a guy who's wearing a hat that says "Young girl, go Bills"?

She saw the opportunity for a business investment and she took advantage of it.

- This is not gonna work. - It's gonna work. It's gonna work.

- What? - Did you use my friend to buy a horse, Dad?

I thought you were gonna go to a game with Nick today.