Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ I'm done with my wimpy-ass family ♪
Andrew's friend from Vermont is joining us for Shabbat dinner tonight.
Maggots? And did you say something about piss cans?
It's even harder to be a pimp, like the song says,
Oh, you threw the piss can.
He's, like, super fancy and clean.
Only that Nicky was never supposed to know you.
I hope all the maggots in there eat his face off.
Yeah. I mean, it's the sport of champions.
I go because it gives me purpose.
In your own words, please.
Oy vavoy.
[clears throat] Guys, we have company.
[grunting]
Well, Fran Lebowitz started out as a radical magazine writer in the 1970s--
Ugh, I bet my grandpa wouldn't coddle me like that.
If I appreciated you more, I'd vomit.
Ooh, are you then?
♪ I'm giving this Shabbat Everything this old girl's got ♪
Uh, can we press pause?
♪ I'm sick of the coddling And emotional swaddling ♪
I would make the exact same choice as you.
Yeah, I think so. [moans]
Well, I'll be a dad of a bitch.
I see your father in you now, Nick Birch.
Shoes off? What for? I haven't taken my shoes off in 15 years.
-I mean, wow, duck à l'orange. -[laughs]
Matthew, don't be ridiculous.
The three of us have been sensual collaborators
♪ I'm taking my fate in my hands ♪
Oh, I love you, Montel.
Matthew, let's get this man-niversary back on track.
Oh, wow. I love you too.
awful, disgusting things.
You are not crazy.
Does anyone want some wine, a glass of seltzer?
Oh shit.
Thank you, Rabbi.
The four of us can build such a steamy fuck fort together.
Stay here. Oh, you dirty, fucking bastard.
He's probably busy making a new COVID.
Uh, Barbara, this brisket smells mouth-watering.
♪ I'm gonna touch a boob ♪