Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Are you happy now?
- It smells horrible.
Without the Boyle backbone, I'm just a bag of flesh.
something inside of me snapped.
- Wait, why are you bringing the coffin?
- The pressure of keeping secrets
I thought we were going for uncomfortable.
Since you love him so much.
we found in Pappy Boyle's mouth.
something doesn't smell right here.
'cause that's all that matters.
after the burping, shall we?
- Oh, my God. What is that stench?
Todd, I swear to God
- Charles, I'm sorry.
It was Lyndon, right?
- Like Vladimirov's Thunderbolt of 1987.
- Ah. Nitrobenzene.
- Which explains why we found her hair on the box.
- Oh, no, Rosa. They're leaving together.
What got into you this morning, Pappy?
- Here it is.
Now all we need is one of your hairs, Lyndon.
- So Lyndon was innocent.
It's what's in your heart.
- I don't feel right giving it now.
- That was a strong observation.
- Charles Boyle
- Apparently that's not genetic.
There's giant rats everywhere.
- In my employees.
Untucked shirt, no thank you.
- He's The One True Boyle.
- Ooh, extra-long hug.
- I'm helping Holt pick a dating site.
- Or maybe Charles is the One True Boyle.
and that thing is sealed on tight.
I thought I'd lost you.
- It's a farm. All the chairs are rockers.
- Sure, great idea. I'll go first.
why are we doing this?
- Must've been a nutria hair.
I think we're all packed.
I'll always love you."
At Kevin's request, I offered to reduce
Tell us about your last contact with your father.
It's because of our fleshy toe pads.
Sam couldn't stand that you were chosen to give the eulogy.