Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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