Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I blame the buns.

Let's say whoever gets in the least amount of pictures

I-I got myself worked up

and I was in a cold sweat. You ever have that one?

Farrah, I'm so glad you brought that up.

We'll figure something out. (coughs) Gene will do it.

Okay, Linda, uh, bring it into the light.

Let's just move the grill behind the car.

LOUISE: No, I'm nine.

And... we're done.

(chuckling): I mean, it's sometimes too much.

When we get back to Grandma and Grandpa's apartment, Mom and I are gonna sing you Mozart's Lullaby. I may start from the beginning. What? No. Please don't do it. I beg thee not to do it.

- (wind gusts) - BOB: Oh, God.

Should we just leave? We'll just go.

- FARRAH: Frankie! - Oh, no.

We make good food, and good food makes people happy.

Oh, not this again.

But today, you really packed it in.

Okay, this might be the most important day

- Connor. - Connor.

but we're not really set up for catering, per Se.

Uh, I guess we could borrow a couple of coolers

I'm not greasing up these gorgeous hands.

Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove

Sammy Davis, Jr.

Gruyère and onion rings.

If it gets dark enough, right? No one will notice.

- TINA: Hell yeah. - GENE: Meh.

When your friend's psycho girlfriend thinks you're sleeping with him and wants to know if you have an STD

Hey, you want to see who can get in the most pictures?

Is your Butt shut!

- BOB: Whoa. - LINDA: Whatcha reading?

I-I mean if you can swing it, time-wise.

The marriage is gonna work, Lin.

W-We have to try and reshape it.

Not... not that! I didn't mean that.

So, uh, what's in the box?

I thought it was too short.

- Nuh, uh, yeah, I think. - Okay. I'm coming clean.

Is it possible you guys could join us? As guests?

When your friend's psycho girlfriend thinks you're sleeping with him and wants to know if you have an STD

Oh... thank God. It fits.

One, two, three.

Oh, well, I'm Connor Coloroso. And this is Farrah.

Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God.