Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's like living with an alcoholic Midwestern dad.
You know what? I think I prefer bowling with real balls.
Who wants a dead man driving?
Don't start. They were my best friends.
I wasn't high when I took the test.
That's a funny name to name a baby.
No, you're just locking me up and keeping me in this one.
Wait. Wait a minute. What Robert mess?
You'll be back in plenty of time, man.
Everybody grab a seat in the dining room and I'll get us some wine.
You know what would cheer me up? Other people cheering me up.
I lie down to close my eyes, and all I see is your hair.
Well, maybe the puss face was for you.
In a very real way.
No, that's Janet's face. We don't talk about it, but that's her face.
Well, you get it.
No...
If it's not hoagies, I've got an idea for an app.
-You bowled? In an alley? -Uh-huh.
Who wants to start to build history right before we're history?
Hoagies? Really, Mom?
You'll be my bus-girl. Meaning you'll ride the bus all week if you don't.
-To what? -We just want you to be safe.
Look, I-I know she's a little unusual...
And there's Uber now, and everyone delivers.
I'm trying to say I'm sorry. I'm trying to cheer you up.
Oh, you mean not counting the time you jumped out of the car
come back fresh and ready to play.
- I'm just saying... - Mm-hm.
One should always leave the audience wanting more.
-Here you go. -Now, don't get excited.
You flunked three times. You need to wait a week to retake it.
and it takes longer for things to sink in.
You know, they-they think I'm losing my memory.
Friday is bowling day.
-I'd like to appeal these results. -Excuse me?
That's tomorrow? I have my lunch!