Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

Great work, bud. You killed it, really.

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

(distorted): Oh, slowin' down.

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

What's happening?

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

I died and went to heaven.

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

(distorted): Mom, Dad,

FRANK: Oh, look at those Winnebagos.

Hey. Here. Take an aspirin.

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

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

I hope he doesn't try to touch me.

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

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

Get some strange. Hop in, baby.

Next time Josh Sparkman touches my nipples

We could play one quick game of night crawlers

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

(choking) FRANK: Oh. Oh, shit!

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

We're sitting shiva, for my Aunt Joyce.

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

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

Ah, Dennis, I know what's happening.

(phone whistles)