Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I mean, 'cause you and I both know what went down was not exactly ideal.

Naird, regarding this upcoming visit with the Chinese space agency to Wild Horse,

- [Mark] Okay. - You're out of control.

Fan Bingbing must have been drinking too much Moutai

[chuckles] How about Brown? I'm a legacy.

[whispering] Oh, that's right. Fan Bingbing Wesley-Sniped in China.

Think he's actually gonna call Lance Armstrong?

It's kind of wild being back, huh?

Brad. [snorting]

General, how old is your son?

- Well, just... - It's different.

- [Mark] All right. Okay. - Come on.

[snort-chortling]

Twelve American astronauts had set foot on the moon...

- [Mark] Here we go! - All right. You ready?

[Mark breathes shakily]

After three drinks, we get whatever we want.

Erin, how did you know to tap on the table?

I didn't have eggs for breakfast. Huh. Probably a story there.

This is our Space Hall of Heroes.

That they did it on the moon?

- Those are just people you work with, Dad. - Hashtag blessed.

[sighs heavily] 70/30 on H2. Final offer.

Okay, you gotta stop. You gotta stop.

[laughs] I remember when Erin was ten. She was such a little peach.

Oh no. No. No. False alarm.

- [Mark] I got it. - [Erin groans softly]

He's the only person to ever beat me in Uno. On the moon.

Nope. Nothin'. Nothin'.

I still have time for a drink.

She committed tax fraud.

[Angela] Yeah, probably.

- Yeah. - [table bangs]

It's very confusing.

[upbeat marching tune plays]

- I'm on the couch. Oh! - All right. Let's take your shoes off.

Very gracious of you, General. We have a gift for you as well.

Mmm. How important is this?