Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- See you later, Gustafson. - Ah.

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

ALEXANDRA: Good night, Grandpa.

- Yeah. - Mm-hm.

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

Merry Christmas, John.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

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

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

Looks like Casey’s out Protesting gun violence

John Gus... What?

Took quite a bit of prompting, I must say.

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

Could I have little? Oh. Mmm.

- I guess it's time. - Yeah.

[KNOCKING ON FRONT DOOR]

- I did that once. - Really?

So, Ariel, uh...

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

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

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

CHUCK: Hi, John.

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

[SOFTLY] All right.

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

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

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

Dirty rat. Little turd.

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

- They're getting a divorce. - Huh?

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

Yeah, I'll see you.

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

Help, help! It's an emergency.

I'm gonna kill him.

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

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

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

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

- How about those potato latkes? - Oy.

Yeah, that was plenty.

Damn, that's great, Mike.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Ya Old Schmuck

Goldman. It's Goldman.

Looks like Chuck Took the wrong bus to Cartagena

Hey, dickhead, you win the lottery?

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

Thanks, Jacob. I'd like that.

I'm just gonna keep knocking.

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

Cold enough for ya? Brrr!

...whenever anything good happens to us.

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

[REVVING CONTINUES]

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

Don't you understand? I like being alone.

I think Barry did that on purpose!

You know, as far as I can tell.

Yeah. I remember.

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

SNYDER: Asshole.

Berkeley, that explains it.

Wonderful. Wonderful.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Looks like Casey’s

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

...and dump him.

No, close the door. Come in.

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

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

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

JACOB: Uh... - Ha, ha.

I can see the beauty in this now.