Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

... in West Lakefield history...

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

Good to see you, Ray.

"Ed Phipps, unlicensed therapist.

What, so now I'm a slut?

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

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

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

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

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

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

They were proud Americans.

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

She definitely meant it as an insult...

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

- What did we say? - The battery died.

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

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

Nothing in between their ears Nothing in their hearts

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

Can't afford to pay my taxes on time.

I don't have the energy for games.

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

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

But desperate times call for desperate measures.

Hold on, I think this might be her.

Rodelle's girl just broke up with him.

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

I love this one.

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

That's right, I sure do.

I’ve got no brains I’ve got no heart

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