Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Nope.
Dad, what are you doing here?
- How'd you know where I live? - The phone book.
I mean, there's been some sort of a mix-up.
People are always asking me for my advice.
- She didn't say where she was going? - Dad, I'm sure.
Plus, I got this jerkoff, this Koontz sniffing around, trying to get me to sell.
All right, let's huddle up.
Lotte Brandt, my ex-mother-in-law.
What, they hiked your property taxes or something?
I'm gonna be a multimillionaire.
- Should I call the nurse? - No, I'll be all right. Just help me up.
What I'm trying to figure out is how to market it...
Each one of you has already proven that fact just by coming here tonight.
... which every week brings me a new humiliation.
Oh, my God, you're kidding. That's why you came?
- Hey there, Coach Ray. - Hey, Ronnie.
- Hi, Jess. - Ray.
...but for the purposes of history class, I really feel like you captured the feelings...
Rumi, 13th century.
... and I'm not proud of it.
I've got a big dick, Floyd.
- Oh, yeah, the grant ran out. - I heard, yeah.
It's not the first time I've heard the news, Tanya.
I had the envelope right there on the desk, ready to go out.
...of a common man fighting for a dream.
You think I come too much?
Thank God my parents aren't around to watch the country they loved go to shit.
- In high school, you were a king. - King?
All right? I'll try to be back by fourth quarter.
Well, I'm a poet, so what I'm good with are words.
And clearly, I made the obvious choice.