Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Julie, tell her the truth. She's your daughter. It's the holidays.
You chant. And hell, yes.
What feels like forever ago is when my mom and I made this.
Hello. Hi. How are you?
Seriously, I think you should really consider it.
Hopefully I'll have her out of your hair soon. Remodel's almost finished.
- Just... We got a call from the doctor. - Something wrong with the surgery?
Look at the branch spacing. It's like Swiss cheese.
It's not a vibe, it's the truth. Which I've shared with you.
You've brought some "Chris" to the Cohens...
Johnny, the one...
I have a bad habit of showing up at the wrong time.
Wait for it. Wait for it.
My dad claimed it was his favorite. Always demanded that he got to hang it.
- You have any idea how offensive this is? - We're not trying to offend, just help.
When you found out, you cried.
...and it might have seemed like something it wasn't.
- We'll raise the money. - So I'm like a charity case now.
- I'd really be swallowing my pride. - I'm not saying it tastes good. But...
Everything okay?
He doesn't wanna be our charity case.
Okay. Come on, stall. Please.
You guys keep working on it. I'm gonna go talk to him.
Friends.
Well, that just means you'll miss him less when he's gone.
Maybe they'll make me a saint.
- Julie. Look at you. - I hope I'm not disturbing you.
Stupid.
- I'll be five minutes. - Great.
Oh, my God. Yeah.
Yeah, of course. I just...
And you were already upset...
Because you can't have "Chris" without a little "mukkah."
I live in a trailer park.
...and snowmen and Tim Allen movies.
And if not, we've thrown in a big party for good measure.
I should probably lay down. My knee's killing me.