Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know. First his girlfriend, then the accident.
- See? Summer's laughing. - That's just gas. Listen.
She just didn't like it here with me, I guess.
- Hi. - Hi, Kirsten, you look lovely.
...to lift us out of our holiday blues. We're throwing a party.
And besides, I already talked about it with Ryan...
- I like the Pussycat Dolls. - My God. You're serious.
I hope so. Your daughter's living at my house.
Are you okay?
Welcome to the first, and quite possibly the very last...
- But also the most photographed. - Is there a videotape too?
Looked like more than that.
- Thanks. - Yeah.
Nope.
That's good, because I do. You can listen.
Okay. Well, today's your lucky day.
I think that I've owed you this dance for like five years.
He would, if we could pay for it.
We have them all the time, so it's not really a big deal...
...to observe the Ten Commandments.
...and a lottery ticket. I'm feeling lucky.
- What do you mean, you're not doing it? - I'm done.
- That song's Jewish? - It might as well be.
You know what? It's fine. I'll go.
This is the CD I trained with.
Hey, get in the spirit, man. It's Chrismukkah.
Aren't you the least bit bummed that your wife ditched us?
- Johnny? Hey, man. - Ryan?
I'm spitting Skoal into a can, drinking wine from a bottle I unscrewed...
- Dad? - What, baby?
- Just as well, I suppose. - Would you like a drink?
- We're closing up. - Yeah, sorry.
And I just feel adrift.
Ready?
You're beginning to sound like Seth.
- Shalom. - Friends?
Go, Johnny, go. Johnny boy.
- I could ask you the same thing. - I'm handling this.
...your arms around each other, swaying. It's awesome.
I'm gonna embarrass myself in front of a lot of people.
I told you, Gus. I'm not going to your Christmas party.
- You do. Doesn't have to be like this. - What am I supposed to do?