Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

To tell you the truth...

We got it. We got it.

Fortunately, I'm past it.

Well, you know, in my defense, I was a lousy father.

If you think it's a woman's bag, it's not.

Thank you for meeting me.

...you'll have to wear underwear.

- You're Frank Buf... - Shh. No! Joe Hill.

- That's your defense? - Yes, it is.

I'd walk in there, I'd be like, "Yo, Dad!

He said, um, "Nice to meet you, Glenda."

Plus I'm going to a concert.

That was my dad.

Total Abandonment!

And a date with a man.

Here's your 3-D glasses.

What are you doing? The audition's tomorrow.

...to state for the record that you are, in fact, Frank Buffay.

I'm off to my audition. How do I look?

Forget my useless belt Check out my man bag!

You-and-I sexy?

Maybe we get a table, I buy you a drink.

I'd invite you, but, um, I only have two tickets left.

I just can't think about that now.

You're Watching Friends On NBC You're Watching Sing On NBC

Are you all right?

Do you take VASA... Or MOOSTERCARD