Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

How may we help you?
I once broke into Paige’s apartment and sniffed on her panties.
I'm not signing shit until I get an eye. You owe me.
Just get a black eyepatch, you know?
"Go break the ice"
- Mm. Mm. - They are delicious.
It's time to hit the reset button, wouldn't you say?
Why didn't you get the ones we like from the Wawa?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - Don't clap for that!
- S-Some good crackers. - Huh?
What? Goddamn it! Beef! No, I got beef with that.
I'll eat the skins. I'll always eat the skins. I love the skins. It's where all the vitamins are.
We're having a conversation. There's one chair.
I could give the whole month's rent right here.
Goddamn it.
- It'll be official. - Good.
Okay, give it some thought. Give it some thought.
- Uh... - Happy Thanksgiving.
This guy's not gonna pay the rent till Hwang fixes the heat.
That's what they did, and that's what we're gonna do.
Guys, listen, regroup, regroup.
Beefs are best left simmering under the surface-- I've learned that now.
So much better than a traditional Thanksgiving.
I-It's not even... it's not even close. I mean, I...
Oh, there it is, Mac. There it is.
my apartment's an icebox. Thanksgiving's gonna be ruined, you know.
we will ply them with liquor and then I will present to them
- We need you to sign that. - I thought I was getting an eye.
We got a disaster on our hands, a disaster.
Yeah, or saying we're sorry, which I'm not doing.
- Oh, my God. - Wait a minute. That was you guys?
It’s ok
- Oh, my God. - This is a mess. This is a mess.