Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

so I'm not getting any mail,

Just look around. I'm right here.

( music playing )

I'm not getting my fucking CDs--

- Ken: Huh? - Lucky man.

- You motherfuckers! - Larry: Hey.

Hey, asshole! Here's your mail.

- You dress on up. - I'd love to.

See you at the club. Take care.

( man shouting )

- Thank you. - Okay.

- Sal, Sal. - Isn't it horrible?

- ( knocking on door ) - Enter.

- Why? What's the big deal? - What are you getting at, is all I'm asking.

Hmm. I'd like to see that face.

Yeah, his daughter Sammi's getting married.

You can only date people you don't know

and the whole night is ruined.

Get in there and play some great golf today, okay, Mr. David?

You know what you could use?

She has a look-- a little Asian look about her.

The mailwoman has stopped delivering

Yeah. I'm good, yeah. ( panting )

- Oh. - Right over at Will Rogers Park.

Right turn, got it.

Sir, you can back out, please.

- Oh, fuck. - Oh, my God.

I told him I didn't wanna say hello to him anymore.

or weekly basis or yearly basis.

but I had a fight with my mailwoman,

( blowing breath ) What's that?

- Richard: We all think she's gorgeous. - I'm-- I'm sorry, Ken.

Thank you for coming over in this brisk weather.

I'll still see you with the window up,

Yeah, you know what I got? I got a letter from Mr. Takahashi,

And now I don't know if I'm in the club or not.