Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-about being in a subway. -(wailing)
She was quitting! She wasn't working for you
Leon!
-(door slams) -(gasps)
I could've had a baby with this woman and maybe become a father.
-Or can you eat 'em loose? -Hey.
-Thanks for inviting me over. -Movie star.
-I don't even understand. -Why?
What are you doing?
(voice breaking): Those tears were real, Larry. And I...
-What? What do you, what do you mean? -Her mouth.
No! Wait! No!
Oh, my God. The horn. I just--
-Oh, my God. What a story. -(Carol sobbing)
Of course, I have since learned that...
-You have three people there. -Man: You're outvoted.
-I don't have polio, asshole. -Every kid with those kind of gloves had polio.
I really appreciate that, Larry.
-a good golf shot. -Do you know what it takes?
Even my parrot Lorita has perished.
And we open in two days,
-I'm glad they're working on it. -You should, it's fucking fabulous.
You know, that, that kind of thing, that's not for people.
-Two urinals. -Mm-hmm.
And I folded your laundry by color and style.
My final epitaph written in the froth and the foam.
-Oh, shit. -An inflatable sex doll.
Well, you know what? I'm throwing it out.
-Yeah? -Hire her for opening night.
-Good. Good. -Well, guess what, LD?
-Plumber: What do you mean? -What are you talking about?
Clive: Excuse me.
Best reviews I've ever had.
She used to wrap me up in it to keep me warm.
following in Tiki's footsteps.
Okay. Well, you know what?
What's wrong with dark clothes? I always wear black.
One wonders why somebody would do it.
-See you next Monday. I'm gonna do the refrigerator. -Bye.
-Carol. -Yeah?
I mean, how do you even go to work after that?
-But Monday-Wednesday is mine. -Yeah, yeah. Of course.
-What is this? Is this a joke? -Yeah.
I give my last will and testament to the waves,
-Jeff: Larry David. -Hey.
All right. She's yours. I'm gonna go tell her.
You know what? I didn't get around to it. I'll...
uh, I need to switch my days.
-Fuck you, Larry. -Fuck you, Leon.
-We're fine. It's okay. -We're good here. It feels great.
It's like doing an impression for somebody. It's hard to just do it on command.
You know, you got so emotional. I felt so terrible.
-A little, um, penis sensor, if you will. -Really?
-Maybe the house. -Okay. Those...
-It's a mess. -Yeah.
-Really? -She said she has so little to remember her by.
-Really? -Yeah.
-I'll get rid of this shit for you. -Thank you.
-Officer: I know. Come on. Let's walk it off. -Thank you, Officer.