Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"A Blaffair to Rememblack".
It's exactly like a snow-cone, except they call it a piragua.
Yeah, you know me.
When Angie and I got married, my only assets were
Jack, would you like to stay?
Careful, buddy! It's hot!
Was anything even going to happen between us tonight?
But family is family. You're a good son.
We'll have some dinner, some laughs, some sex...
if I ever have enough money for her to live off of half.
I have to spend it all on useless things,
# Supersonic, idiotic, disconnected, not respected...?
O.D.'d at a gay man's apartment this morning.
And if you gave me another chance, maybe this could be something.
Everybody, this is my friend, Jack.
They had airplanes in the '60s, Jenna.
I'm fine.
I'm not baby crazy, Jenna.
And I'm sorry if I was rude the other day.
It isn't stealing if it fell on the ground.
Spend my lunch hour walking up and down Sixth Avenue... Iooking for a hot meal.
It's nothing. It's embarrassing.
No, I'm waiting for the results of a biopsy. We went to this picnic.
You too.
I don't want to die alone. And now, I don't have to.
Something that will bring you peace of mind.
I don't want to spend so much. I have to.
Do we at least have the music rights?