Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I died and went to heaven.

(choking) FRANK: Oh. Oh, shit!

Get some strange. Hop in, baby.

We could play one quick game of night crawlers

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

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

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

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

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

We're sitting shiva, for my Aunt Joyce.

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

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

I hope he doesn't try to touch me.

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

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

FRANK: Oh, look at those Winnebagos.

Next time Josh Sparkman touches my nipples

(phone whistles)

(distorted): Mom, Dad,

(distorted): Oh, slowin' down.

Ah, Dennis, I know what's happening.

What's happening?

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

Great work, bud. You killed it, really.

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

Hey. Here. Take an aspirin.

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

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