Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-[taps on mic] -[feedback whines]

-[Ben] What was that? -So--

Sit down. Have a drink.

[coughs, retches]

You know what we've done?

We've had a hell of a run.

to say something nice to me.

I would love to.

-You know? -You two are hanging now?

Luther and I are getting married.

-[Ben] But who invited him? -[Allison] Just suffer with us.

♪ When you look at me ♪

Can I get an amen?

Everybody just needs to be cool.

And the man that stands in front of you is new new Ben,

-[Reginald's speech continues] -But I'm not feeling it.

What're you SOBs so down in the mouth about? This is a party.

Let's just try and be civil.

[quietly] Kill me, Jesus.

-It's gonna be a duet, my friend. -[Luther] Oh!

Is this really how you wanna end things?

Oi! At least he's trying, you shitty little squid.

♪ I want to say to you ♪

[Sloane whispers] Hey.

"Can you believe this apocalyptic weather we're having?"

But the fact remains that we are too late.

Hey, Ben-ihana. Don't hit me! [chuckles]

[song fades out]

♪ And I've searched through Every open door ♪

and long story short, I'm immortal now.

["Come In Mr. Lonely" by Jerry Dyke playing]

Didn't we just try that and fail miserably?

We've, uh, got a little announcement to make.

[emotional string music playing]

I mean, you heard Dad. We have training to do.

Viva la apocalypse!

Well, Klaus here was good enough to wean me off that wretched poison.

No time to discuss the finer points of real estate investment just now.

[heartbeat thumping rapidly]

I can't do this without you.

Oh, you wanna talk about family problems?

Drunk Ben clearly likes numbers and… shrimp.