Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't have the energy for games.

"Ed Phipps, unlicensed therapist.

Look, I'm sorry. I just... I'm sorry.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, God, Ray.

You know, I've never asked you for anything before.

- It's nice to meet you. - You too.

- What did we say? - The battery died.

But desperate times call for desperate measures.

Sorry, I just... I couldn't find the room.

I love this one.

Wait a minute. I do have a job. I'm an artist.

Now I gotta find a way to fix the house before the city slaps me with more citations.

... from the legendary West Lakefield class of '84...

What am I now, Jessica? What am I now?

Good to see you, Ray.

Does it feel good to you to almost murder my grandchildren in your lethal house, huh?

And that's what I try to teach my kids too.

... recruited to the Atlanta Braves before being sidelined by ruptured ligaments...

... in West Lakefield history...

Just like last year, it looks like every week...

Rodelle's girl just broke up with him.

I'm going to tell you a secret right now.

- Are you calling Mom? - Shit, yeah, I'm calling Mom.

Because I'm not very good with vintage cars, all right?

Nothing in between their ears Nothing in their hearts

Hold on, I think this might be her.

What, so now I'm a slut?

Can't afford to pay my taxes on time.

I feel so bad for the kids, all the cutbacks.

... but what's the national average? More than a waiter, less than a plumber.

I'd already been getting grief from the homeowners' association...

She definitely meant it as an insult...

That's right, I sure do.

I’ve got no brains I’ve got no heart

They were proud Americans.