Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Good morning, Uncle Phil. Here's your lunch.

Cindy. Cindy. Cindy.

Thanks a lot for covering for me, man.

And for your information, dinner comes first.

I don't know. I think I was still high.

I'll go to Church every Sunday. I'll even give up women.

Somebody call a cop, 'cause it got to be illegal to look that good.

Look, I don't know. Look, check my locker, man.

I'm sorry, but that's standard procedure with all our substance-abuse patients.

I swear I'll never make fun of him again.

my hair is falling out, and I have a bunion the size of my fist.

What could be worse than finding out I'm still a virgin?

Y ou know, Will, if it turns out tonight is the big night...

I don't know where Carlton would be right now.

I'm sorry, sweetheart.

Listen, sweetie, the first time I came into this hospital...

My son could have died because of you.

Hey, man, don't you even worry about me. I'm gonna be there.

Finish this tune...

We still have to mix his aspirin in with applesauce.

- I'm sorry, Uncle Phil. - Sorry?

but now I'm clean and sober.

I mean, I had basketball practice, and I had finals, and everything...

When that Ghetto D Makes you pass out

Those pills that you took weren't vitamins.

I know, Uncle Phil, I mean...

you know, drugs?