Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

- I did that once. - Really?

- They're getting a divorce. - Huh?

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

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

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

I can see the beauty in this now.

You know, as far as I can tell.

Took quite a bit of prompting, I must say.

[REVVING CONTINUES]

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

Wonderful. Wonderful.

ALEXANDRA: Good night, Grandpa.

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

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

SNYDER: Asshole.

Yeah. I remember.

Yeah, I'll see you.

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

Could I have little? Oh. Mmm.

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

- How about those potato latkes? - Oy.

- See you later, Gustafson. - Ah.

Dirty rat. Little turd.

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

Thanks, Jacob. I'd like that.

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

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

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

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

Berkeley, that explains it.

...and dump him.

Goldman. It's Goldman.

Yeah, that was plenty.

Damn, that's great, Mike.

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

[SOFTLY] All right.

...whenever anything good happens to us.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Ya Old Schmuck

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

Help, help! It's an emergency.

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

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

Cold enough for ya? Brrr!

Don't you understand? I like being alone.

I think Barry did that on purpose!

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

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

Merry Christmas, John.

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

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

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

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

Hey, dickhead, you win the lottery?

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

JACOB: Uh... - Ha, ha.

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

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

I'm gonna kill him.

I'm just gonna keep knocking.

No, close the door. Come in.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

John Gus... What?

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

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

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

Looks like Chuck Took the wrong bus to Cartagena

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

Looks like Casey’s

- Yeah. - Mm-hm.

CHUCK: Hi, John.

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

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

Looks like Casey’s out Protesting gun violence

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

[KNOCKING ON FRONT DOOR]

So, Ariel, uh...

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

- I guess it's time. - Yeah.

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