Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Larry, what are you doing here?
The Larry David. If you go in there...
It's a classic. People come in, they order a Ted Danson.
- That sandwich at the deli! - Leo gave it to me.
I'm expecting a phone call from Mrs. Seiderman.
- Sorry? What? - Really! It's always a thing.
- What happened? - Oh, nothing.
- Why? - Your ticket, sir.
Instead of ordering a Ted Danson, people order a Larry David.
I like watching you do that.
It would be fun to go in with my dad and eat my own sandwich.
Why? I don't know.
- Okay. - We'll see.
Okay, okay.
- You're gonna have to step out. - I have a ticket.
- Did you bump into him? - No.
You know whitefish?
You're setting a bad example for my gentile wife.
Oh, sacred intercourse cannot be interrupted.
- Eh. - You like fish, but anyway...
I've got your glasses.
Thought I'd bring him by. Told him you were filming here.
- I hate doing stuff like this. - You don't have a choice.
- You do? - Well, yeah.
You had to get your sandwich!
I'm not really a big fish guy to tell you the truth.
- Yeah. - Thanks for trying.
Bullshit? No, it's not bullshit.
I'm so sorry.
- You won't even taste it? - You keep it.
Where'd you come from?
- What's happening? - They're kicking us out.
- I'm on the board. - That is fantastic.
You know, it could raise his blood pressure.
Oh, can't shake, Rob. Got a bad hand.
What else is in it?
- Oh, what a bummer! - Yeah.
Bad fingers. Hurt my fingers.
- You can't even taste it? - I don't wanna taste it!
Just so if anyone asks me, what's in my new sandwich?
Swear to God.
Happy New Year. Tickets?
- What? - They changed the name.
This is terrific. That way you'll have definitive "yes, no."
Good night.