Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

there's only one he wanted to bend over that desk.
He's gonna keep talking to me.
I'm talking Medea-level revenge.
Hey, lady, shut up!
His birthday's in November. - Not anymore.
and tell them you love Jesus Christ.
When?
- Wait, that was two out of three. - Three out of four.
Do you think we're gonna go to jail?
- Agreed. - Susie.
Just drive.
You were gonna get me Midge's money,
Pretzels! Get your pretzels!
That gig? That Apollo gig? It went great.
Ah, for a moment, I thought Skint was dead.
I'll be the best ♪
There's no other way for me ♪
♪ I'll buy that car that I been wanting so ♪
Next up, Proust.
- No, we're fine. - Do you have any hot chocolate?
- What apartment? - Our apartment, Abe!
You méiyou nali women keyi...
and fucks it the fuck up?
Especially as your lender.
♪ When it all comes true, man, wow, that's something else ♪
- Go. Please. Now. - Okay.
he wouldn't even talk to me.
I have knishes hot out of the oven.
Have we heard from that guy from the insurance company?
Are you serious? She said to tell me hello?
- Okay, this one's done. - Great.
"If you're gonna have a voice,
- I'm talking to Midge. - Would you like some privacy?
So, one more time from the top?
Shirley? It's Miriam.
but we will be in touch.
- You want anything? - Just my money.
I slip the guy five bucks,
and they still made us come all the way down to the tarmac
My career's ended?
You thought you could beat me, but you couldn't.
- Why? - Because they told me to!
I want my fucking pound of flesh.
Wow.
Well, lesson fucking learned.
Because I loved that apartment!
Oy.
Okay. Well, let's just tell them that.
there's still some loose ends we need to tie
the worst fucking criminals in the entire world.
About the fire.
- Sorry. I got to... - Lady, what are you doing?
That was a hat.
Great. Thank you.
Oktoberfest pretzel waitress stare of hers,
♪ She goes with all the guys from outa my class ♪
Jacob, is your funnel cake delicious?
I don't want to go back to Queens.
But I said it so you'd say it wasn't true.
Hey, can you amp up
Well, it's an East Coast joke. My lunch joke,
Aren't you supposed to be prepared for anything?
But when you see him,
I was supposed to have a gig this weekend.
I mean it. It's time we do
What do you mean, I don't have any money?
and then suddenly...
and a Turkish ceremonial rifle set
and we're taking him to Coney Island
and she didn't know she was gonna get fired.
How am I supposed to do that if I can't even book you?
You know, some neighbors reported
♪ "It was swell, Isabel, swell" ♪
- Wow. You are magic. - Here.
- It's Ethan's birthday. - No, it's not.
Denise did bring in some of her coffee cake.
- Abe, my goodness. - Well, they're being mean.
You don't listen. You just care about you.