Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This isn't your M.O. You only knock over estates.
I need some people to surround this house right now
You, sir. Whoa. Whoa.
You guys help yourselves. I'll go get Caroline, so...
The cops, they've set up a roadblock. They're checking cars.
- No, no, no, no. - Thanks anyway. Hey, merry Christmas.
Maybe him and the Easter Bunny...
- Thank you. - Pay my best to Lloyd.
( loud bark )
in the master bedroom upstairs.
You didn't know what was the right thing.
- [Snarling] - [Screams]
Merry Christmas.
- Now listen up. We're gonna find this guy. - Precinct.
We'll fix it, honey. We'll give him the money, the photos, anything.
with your cynicism and your derision!
Hey, you had a gun, didn't you?
will take a fuckin' cruise toJamaica...
- You guys okay? - Hands behind your back.
♪ Sweet singing in the choir ♪
I can't spend my whole life sending everybody I care about to prison.
that may sound great when you're 15 years old...
What a liar. You're so unhappy you can hardly breathe.
[Knocking]
which, uh, need to be weaved...
[Man #2] Why weren't there more police on the street?
- [Muffed Grunting] - Okay, okay.
Phil needs to talk to a therapist.
They're starting that curfew tonight, and this is our area.
Got any rope... Lloyd?
Merry Christmas.
except I don't have the time!
Who gives a rat’s ass About the All Star Game?
- Mmm. - Lloyd, what do you think about the dream?
- If you would answer a simple question... - Don't talk to him like that.!
Hey!
I'm at the Chasseur house. Over.
Gus. Uh...
Santa has a lactose intolerance.
And the waiter said, You must try it. It's a delicacy.
Gary, get my bags.
- And then we're gonna open the presents. - We can't open...
and I'm gonna stick that pig's head right up your ass!
- Gary, this is to you from me. - Thank you, bunny.
- I'm serious, George. - Yeah?
I don't know. Where do you go?
- Okay? Repeat it. - 353 7.
[Laughing]
Uh, we'll just put that in a pile right over here.
[Chuckling]
If what's-his-name hadn't installed that fuckin' roadrunner booby trap...
Hey, morons!
- Maybe a piece of pumpkin pie or something? - Oh, uh...
- He's not in his right mind! - All right!
[Men Talking, Shouting]
- [Phil] We found it. Why'd you say that? - [Steve] I found it.
No prints, no evidence, nothing.
Mm-hmm. Ye... Marge, hold on. They got another call comin' in.
[Gus] Caroline.
And just remember, if you can't, what men your age become in prison: wet nurses.
[Connie] Caroline.!
- Everyone, come on. - Santa doesn't drink champagne.
Why didn't we just change the subject before I was humiliated?
Nice. You rich?
I got us moved to a more comfortable place.
Slipper socks, medium!
- ♪ Lf that's love ♪ - [Knocking]
She said you never went three times, Bob.
never took any money from his family then.
- No. What was that laugh for? No, I don't. - Oh, like you don't know.
♪ Through the windows of pain ♪
- No, no! Don't. It's not worth it. - I just want to hit her.
- It failed eventually... - What are we, girlfriends here?
Santa drinks milk.
- When are we gonna open presents? - Presents?
One less worthless man around. One less burden to society.
And why? Let's be honest.
[Gasping]
[Sighs] Shit. Who is that?
Behind the chessboard.
Great. I just beat up Santa Claus.
[Thud]
You won't talk about it in therapy, but you'll discuss it behind my back...
- Uh, Lieutenant, I found this mask with a weird smell. - We both found it.