Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wonderful. Wonderful.

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

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

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

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

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Ya Old Schmuck

No, close the door. Come in.

Yeah. I remember.

You know, as far as I can tell.

I'm just gonna keep knocking.

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

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

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

...whenever anything good happens to us.

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

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

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

- They're getting a divorce. - Huh?

Damn, that's great, Mike.

Help, help! It's an emergency.

- How about those potato latkes? - Oy.

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

Yeah, that was plenty.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, I'll see you.

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

[KNOCKING ON FRONT DOOR]

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

- I did that once. - Really?

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

I can see the beauty in this now.

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

I'm gonna kill him.

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

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

Looks like Chuck Took the wrong bus to Cartagena

[BOTH LAUGHING]

Don't you understand? I like being alone.

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

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

...and dump him.

SNYDER: Asshole.

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

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

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

I think Barry did that on purpose!

Looks like Casey’s

Thanks, Jacob. I'd like that.

John Gus... What?

- Yeah. - Mm-hm.

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

So, Ariel, uh...

Dirty rat. Little turd.

JACOB: Uh... - Ha, ha.

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

Took quite a bit of prompting, I must say.

Berkeley, that explains it.

[REVVING CONTINUES]

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

CHUCK: Hi, John.

Hey, dickhead, you win the lottery?

Cold enough for ya? Brrr!

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

- I guess it's time. - Yeah.

Could I have little? Oh. Mmm.

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

- See you later, Gustafson. - Ah.

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

Goldman. It's Goldman.

Looks like Casey’s out Protesting gun violence

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

Merry Christmas, John.

[SOFTLY] All right.

ALEXANDRA: Good night, Grandpa.