Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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