Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I haven't spoken to him in three years
- It sure is. - Yes.
(ALL CHEERING)
The perfect ending to a perfect love story.
I could see Stella was meant to be with Tony.
- I don't want to shoot a deer. - Nonsense, R.J.
Hey, I can't believe you missed that last empty-netter, you hoser.
He had been a bit of a loser all through middle school.
There she goes! Taxi!
- Not even, say, Becca DeLucci? - You son of a bitch.
(SIGHS)
Those don't come around often. Y'all are welcome.
We're just gonna have to deal with this. Everyone, follow my lead.
(WHISPERING) Think, think, think.
- Hey, buddy. - Want to hang out?
(FARTING)
and bring it all the way back to New Jersey anyway?
Ooh.
(BOTH SCREAMING)
You picked the wrong guy.
I'll come back with an assortment of soft drinks and American pretzels.
She was gonna make me move to New Jersey,