Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Kaale, Mom.
uh, that's my dad.
Choreographer.
Come in.
The rest of his family.
Yesterday, I saw my son climbing a human pyramid.
Kaale, Auntie. Kaale, Uncle.
You said I could come to you.
I'm trying to enjoy it, but nothing's happening.
There is something wrong with your son.
You want a stranger to bring my steamer?
Kaasan, Abishola.
I think that's called intermittent alcoholism.
I'm still going to be a doctor. I'm just doing this for fun.
I mean, I'm not good with this stuff, either.
You want Dele to be happy.
Okay.
Well, they should. Good food is good food.
Well, better hurry.
He's Nigerian.
I was expecting a sport.
-Ogbah! -Ogbah!
It's not for him.
For your information, in the city of Detroit,
Okay, honestly, this is the best conversation I've ever had.
Ah-ah, a father must see his son.
The ketchup tastes better