Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, Lomax, it's Paulie. I just got to the island.
Got a little scotch?
georgette do you-- no i don't nope,sorry! you've lost that right my answer is you should go in regardless of what i do.
he's screwing my girlfriend.
I'll wear something special.
- Nothing's happening. - More gas.
Here we go. Walk it off, big guy.
We were really looking forward to coming out here...
Sort of '60s style.
As you may or may not know, Mr. Lomax...
Honey, have a drink, relax. You'll be fine.
Come on! Lighten up there, Rich! We are on our way!
What do you think?
Are you in here?
Wait a minute.
Don't forget. Wake me up.
IF YOU DON'T COME HOME NOW I AM KILLI G MYSELF
- Candlelight? Flowers? - I know. But Bernie is tied up right now.
You need music, flowers, candles. You need...
Hi, Tawny! I'm horny!
- Do it. - This is good.
I told everyone we were going to Bernie's house for the weekend.
We are houseguests, come on. You want some?
Hi.
Gwen, listen to me.
- Now what am I going to tell them? - I don't know.
- I can't see. - Watch out for the trap...
Hey, is Bernie around?
Everything will be easier Once the kid is born
Hold up.
Booze and women. That is my lifestyle and I love it!
We are in the market. We invest.
- Me? - Us?
No, he didn't.
They do a wonderful crËme br˚lÈe here. It's delicious.
Wait.
A little more gas.
- What? - I said...
That’s illegal. What you’re doing is illegal!
Test One
It's either that or living with my parents, and I don't think that's a good idea.
I didn't see anything. I was looking at my watch.
What?
I'm not going anywhere without Bernie.
Well, hello.
Go see Bernie about it. Go see Bernie.
Oh, God. What the hell are those things?
He looks good enough. Let's go.
He'd want this.
- I have an idea. - What is it?
Hi, Bernie.
See that?
I can explain.
- Who? - Your aunt?
Let’s go to the beach
Oh, no, you are wrong. Look.
Thanks, pal.
- I don't understand why we've to move him. - Don't ask. Just move him.
bless you, my son.
This is tragic.
Company.
- Hey, Skeet. How are you doing? - Hey, Mr. Lomax.
Oh, God.
Incidentally, you're a disgusting human being.
- Shut up. - Who are you... You lousy...
Had a chance to think about my offer?
Gwen and I, Thursday night, 8:00 p.m., dinner.
- Hi, Bernie. - Hello.
What, you bastard, did you do with Bernie?
You little bastard.
Gwen.
He's got nice form.
You are absolutely right. Gentlemen, this is good work.
I won't even have to change the books.
he says there's no interest in the subject matter.
And don't try to cover up for him, either.
I'm gonna rip your gums out!
Why can't you be a lazy shit like I am?
I'm pressing. I pressed that button.
You know, $30,000 is a more than decent price for that car.
You should have been out there sailing with us today.
Mr. Lomax invited me and my friend Larry for the weekend.
Hurry up.
Got to move your workout to late tomorrow afternoon, B.
Oh, God!
Right. You are right. Okay, I am sorry.
Hi, Bernie. See you at the party tonight.
- Say "Hi, I want to go out with you." - I can't say that.
Made a damn good float though.
You don't have to say anything.
- Good. - Okay.
You son of a bitch. I got you.
No, I think we should call the police.
Fun while it lasted, huh?
That's what it says.
- Did everything go okay up there? - Never been better.
Do I need that much?
Look here!
- Don't open that. - Why not?
No.
Watch this, Richard.
Hey, dude. You need to pump some iron.