Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Stop it!
There you go.
Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, Dr. Kramer.
I truly am.
Well, I'll be back tomorrow.
Honey, that's exactly what I thought he was trying to say.
Sure.
Geez, I can't tell you how comforting it is to be in the hands of my old family doctor.
I can't continue with the charade.
I can forget about karaoke night at the local moose lodge.
I mean, correct me if I'm wrong.
Horrible.
I know what you're saying, honey.
Goodbye, Sharon.
We've been through so much together, haven't we?
I can't just lie here like a silent lump.
Good boy.
And I want an open casket.
And, well, they have to go in and they have to delicately, uh, remove my precious, bulbous, pus-filled tonsils.
With tools.
Come on up.
As much as it hurts me to say it, you're going to be fine.
But I'm already going through the seven stages of death.
You know, Chris, it's stupid and...
Here I come.
Mm-hmm.
Keep your voice down.
Get out, Sharon!
Oh, I have to face the horrible reality that no one will ever hear another peep out of me again.
Gus is here too.
Oh, boy.
Look, I want you two to do something for me, okay?