Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I'm telling you, she hates dogs. - She doesn't really have a dog.

Then my idiot ex-husband had an accident...

Beautiful, tiny hands that bring sight to the blind.

...about how long this heartwarming family reunion's gonna last.

I'm opening up a club. Heylia's Compassionate Care.

- You're an animal. - Every year, every year.

Len, your mother is dying.

Old people creep me out.

Okay, well, she's almost a dude.

Not-Francie can sleep in Bubbie's room.

You like costume play?

Mexicate Cartel, they got one through 323.

I think that's offensive to Texans.

- Shut up. - Be quiet.

Sorry about that. My phone battery conked out around Oceanside.

I hadn't counted on the dying woman in the living room, but --

I'm not ready to make that judgment until she's past puberty.

Think it could be good.

Oh, Celia scares me.

Because you'd only call me Not-Francie.

All right, here we go. Tchotchkes missing.

Who the fuck is here? I've got a vicious dog.

It's the drug business. It's dangerous.

Tastes like loss.

Okay. See that?

Get into something crazy like a donkey show.

See, he looks like my side of the family.

- Shame on you. - Listen, I'm still unclear.