Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We're sitting shiva, for my Aunt Joyce.

FRANK: Come on, think of something cool to say.

(distorted): Oh, slowin' down.

Get some strange. Hop in, baby.

Next time Josh Sparkman touches my nipples

We're not. He didn't. That's not what's going on.

I don't want to die looking at you, you sack of shit!

Oh, he's getting his ass kicked! Get out of my face, old man,

Hey. Here. Take an aspirin.

What's happening?

I would like to take a ride down the Grand Canyon of those honeys.

Great work, bud. You killed it, really.

FRANK: Oh, look at those Winnebagos.

Pondy? Where is he?! Where is he?!

Yeah, the blueprint. I want everybody to map out their positions. Specifically...

That's not good. That's not good, Frankie.

Get out of the way, Jew. Out of my way. What's happening?

FRANK: Oh, look. Dumb bird got a boot on her car.

Ah, Dennis, I know what's happening.

You got to stay back here on the walkie in case of an emergency.

(distorted): Mom, Dad,

(phone whistles)

We could play one quick game of night crawlers

I died and went to heaven.

I hope he doesn't try to touch me.

Don't touch me! Oh, shit, dude, I'm sorry.

No. DeMarcus. Why can't I think of his name today?

(choking) FRANK: Oh. Oh, shit!