Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- No excuses! - Dad, stop.
Slow down, Ray.
- She's freaking out. - The battery died.
I liked what I had the first time?
...and everybody seems to have accomplished something but me.
... I felt pretty good.
You know, Ray. Being cold and distant after sex.
...could I have 50 bucks?
You sure got a swell spot.
Ray, you're so big! Oh, my God!
I'm not that smart. I'm not that talented.
Then I'd charge by the hour instead of giving it away for free...
A burned-out house is a prime target for thieves and vandals.
- Well, until I fix the house. - No, for good.
So, what do you do when your career pays crap?
Looks like you got a pretty good spot.
I didn't hear you coming.
...you wouldn't have hopped in the sack so easily. Twice.
Yeah, yeah. No, I've been meaning to talk with you about that.
I could take an ad out in the newspaper that says:
Just, you know, that house will be better than ever once I make the repairs.
Say, Drecker?
...I plan to create and market a line of baked goods...
We certainly better leave it behind when we get on the court against the Badgers.
They didn't raise me that way.
...so I thought I'd bring it back. - That's not my gel pen.
I'm in the oldest profession in the world.
Only bright spot was the twins, who said they'd rather live with me.
Now all I ever seem to do is try not to drown.
And open the love-window. Those are the eyes.
Nice day.
You okay, coach?
Fucker.
- This is a teardown if I've ever seen one. - Hey, fuck off, Koontz.
We shouldn't eat it.
Yeah, look, Tanya, I'm really not in the mood, okay?
I am a homecoming, cheerleading, stupid ass beauty queen.
But nothing compared to this.
It's a dung beetle, team.
Yeah. Godhead tickets are going on sale...
And then you can get into a situation...
Overcompensating little fucker who stole my wife.