Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Merry Christmas.
That guy blames Jesse for everything that happens.
Merry Christmas.
- Sit down and shut up. Okay? Sit down and shut up. - Come on, kids...
Aww Why?
Because I don't want you leaving with any misunderstandings.
If you don't mind The corpse still has the floor
- Well, didn't you lock the car? - That's ridiculous.
marzipan cake with creme de menthe and lime zest.
- [Chuckling] - I'll take that bag upstairs.
The last time you ate her cooking, you had diarrhea for a week.
Ah! Ahh!
- It was in the bathroom. - I wonder how many other things you've been lying about.
But there's just one little problem.
You had diarrhea for a week, Dad?
That's funny.
- Do you think Santa would like something to eat? - [George] Santa's hungry.!
You know what this company needs? A Mute
If my plans change, I'll contact you.
There's no better route than this with less snow?
Should I stop handing out the presents?
Caroline?
I was pregnant with Jesse then.
- [Caroline] No, no, it was not Vancouver. - What's going on?
- She lives in a beautiful home. - Which his mother owns.
- Should these two be married? - Mother.
After the town meeting last August.
- Did you have to say, Merry Christmas? - That's the way I was brought up.
It's over. I mean, you're not the type. You're a thief, not a killer.
Right back on track. Right? Right.
John, this is to you from me and Dad.
and, uh, woven into a, uh, quilt...
- What's that smell? - Shut up.
Is there a fucking waste of life named Trump here?
- [Door Closes] - Oh, God!
It's somebody I just met, and we kind of hit it off. I think she really likes me.
Gary, are you gonna let him talk to me like that?
Can you do me a favor....
What do you want?
- Because it's not Christmas until midnight! - Guess what.
Hello. Uh, are you feeling better?
why don't you eat something.
- Who's Gary? - He's my brother-in-law.
I wanna stop talking about it. Look, the truth is I want nothing.
Your husband ain't dead, lady, he's hiding.
- I can't give it to you out in the hall. - Listen, Siskel...
My husband lived in the next town...
B&N, why don't you eat me
And I feel it in every gesture, in every silence.
Don't you think it's gone on long enough?
- Oh. Gary, this is for you. - Oh, thank you.
Mary, gag your grandma.
Why? No guns!
Oh, thank you, Lloyd.
- Caroline, come on. Let's go. - Oh, just wait! Please!
As the story goes...
♪ Can we get up off of the ground ♪
Bye.
[Sniffing] Urine.
- Caroline, stop it. - If you remember, Caroline...
Okay, Nat King Cole it is.
What you're wearing on your heads are called Lucia wreaths.
Fine. Fine, be that way.
Stop that! What if he walks in here?
♪ Don't got no spark ♪
[Ring]
[Clears Throat To Disguise Spitting]
I'm a car man, Gussie. What the hell do I know about boats?
Just keep pretending like you're Dr. Wong. Then you don't have to go.
- You're splitting up? - That's not your problem, honey.
♪ Loving you is killing me ♪
We'll fix everything. No matter what happens between me and your father...
- [Doorbell Rings] - Hey!
Representatives ofJeremiah Willard have confiirmed...
Married people without guns... for instance, you...
You know what this family needs? A mute.
- [Horn Blaring] - Ho.! Ho.! Ho.!
- Merry Christmas, Santa. [Laughing] - Uh-huh.
Sex and drugs a-a-and women being set on fire!
Burglary.!
and they condemned her to burn at the stake.
because you wanted to do it all by yourself.
God knows what disaster your Aunt Caroline is making.
She? She? Murray, I've been in this house all night...
Capital L, small I, small A, small R, Period
This is a horse.
It really pisses me off.
I cannot move my arm.
You two were gone an awfully long time.
"- Just reach down and touch that clippery thing. - Listen to me."
Goddamn it! Shit!
- He chose me because I was alone. - Shut up!
- We can hide you anywhere. I know this place. - There's search teams.
I can break into any house, take whatever I want: in and out, ten minutes.
Cocksucker.
belongs to the county prosecutor's office.
♪ On a green Christmas tree ♪
- Aah! Unh! - Aah!
you fucking mule. How's that?
- But come on! - No, forget it. Forget it.
- Bitch. - Bitch.
Shut up! Christ.
- Just the friction. - [Chuckling]
Oh, that's right, Lloyd. We're having an affair.
- I didn't know what you were talking about. - Merry Christmas, Lieutenant.
- Mother. - What?
You don't have the balls
Yep