Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

when no one's paying attention to him.

Here. Have some cake.

- and our daughter, Maya. - That's right, sweetie. Daddy's on TV.

You're telling people that facts don't matter.

- Hey. - Try one. They're divine.

Credit where credit's due.

Anyone else? Cake?

Not sure? You don't know?

What? My God. Of course not.

Lying. It's lying.

Not unless we take steps now to protect it for Maya.

Were you happy?

I mean, my old lady would kill me.

They never sit right.

Good Lord. What won't she put in her mouth?

Well, it wasn't that long ago.

- Yeah, just for a few days. - Yeah, Bun.

- Yeah. - There's no railings.

So the house was built

Well, if you listen to Jack, we're in the Serengeti.

This looks so much better.

Like a couple weeks ago, little dude comes in,

Like, what, just… as, like, a hobby?

I mean, I pray like a motherfucker too, dude.

- My hair... The wind. - No. No, no, no. It's too late.