Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You're a child. - Don't tell me, Jacob. It isn't me.

ALEXANDRA: Good night, Grandpa.

Damn, that's great, Mike.

LEMMON: I throw back what I'm not gonna eat.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

Cold enough for ya? Brrr!

John Gus... What?

- I did that once. - Really?

I can see the beauty in this now.

Took quite a bit of prompting, I must say.

Ah, yes, there's nothing like the scent of...

No, close the door. Come in.

Wonderful. Wonderful.

Look, I'm not like you. L... I'm not afraid to be alone.

[KNOCKING ON FRONT DOOR]

Looks like Chuck Took the wrong bus to Cartagena

If yer my buddy... This how we get along...

I'll tell you what's on my mind.

Could I have little? Oh. Mmm.

GRANDPA: Oh, my. MELANIE: Too much, Dad?

- What's it like in there? - What did she say?

And that all you have, see, is the experiences.

I'm gonna kill him.

I'm just gonna keep knocking.

- Did you know that? - No, I didn't know that.

Dirty rat. I'll show him. Picking on people.

...whenever anything good happens to us.

Now go to your shanties, all of you. You're scaring the fish away.

...and dump him.

So, Ariel, uh...

Don't you understand? I like being alone.

You really think I wanted two jobs? I didn't do that for me.

Looks like Casey’s

Oh, for... Jesus, it's impossible. Impossible.

Come on in. Have a little TV dinner. Lasagna's heating up now.

Dirty rat. Little turd.

Ain't got a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of.

- Tie your shoelace. You'll fall. - Aw, shut up.

All I know is you're one hell of a fisherman, Ariel.

MAX: That's it. Coming. Coming. ARIEL: Aah! Aah!

CHUCK: Hi, John.

- Yeah. - Mm-hm.

Merry Christmas, John.

- I guess it's time. - Yeah.

- They're getting a divorce. - Huh?

[REVVING CONTINUES]

...20 feet from your front yards...

Goldman. It's Goldman.

Yeah, that was plenty.

SNYDER: Asshole.

JACOB: Uh... - Ha, ha.

- I can't hold it! MAX: Reel him in.

- See you later, Gustafson. - Ah.

Hey, dickhead, you win the lottery?

Looks like Casey’s out Protesting gun violence

I can't wait around for anotherAmy. I ain't got time.

Yeah. Listen, I'm, uh, sorry about the, uh...

You mean the lowlife, ass-wipe egg-sucker John Gustafson?

No, really. When Billy Gerber locked me in his tree house...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Ya Old Schmuck

Yeah, I'll see you.

- I feel good. - Yeah. So how are you?

Help, help! It's an emergency.

- Max, what's going on? - Morning, Ariel.

MAX: The guy could be dead tomorrow, for chrissake.

- Could I ask you a favor? JACOB: Sure.

I'm gonna keep ringing the bell, so you might as well answer the door.

Yeah. I remember.

[SOFTLY] All right.

Bust my tuchus to get here on New Year's Eve...

You know, as far as I can tell.

Berkeley, that explains it.

JOHN [IN MOCKING TONE]: "Lots of ice out there, Gustafson."

...you know, I think it works quite well...

Well, maybe in California, but here in Minnesota... Ho-ho.

- Well, break it in. - Watch this. You'll get a kick out of this.

I think Barry did that on purpose!

Thanks, Jacob. I'd like that.

- How about those potato latkes? - Oy.

Well, you'd better have a good reason for standing me up this morning.