Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Michael, a mother doesn't have a child to give herself company.
- Gob? - Mom, I'm stuck!
- Thanks, Mom. - No. You're not going to that.
Why don't I just take a whiz through this $5,000 suit?
Yeah. You're my little niece. I think we should be spending more time together.
- You be with Yam. It's fine. It's good. - It's Ann.
You got it. Here you go. Merry Christmas. Where the hell is my brother?
Gob heard the sweet sound oflaughter.
I don't need any details.
Hey, Mikey, relax. It's just a giant banana.
he's never made it past U.C. Irvine.
But Ann and I do have to go back, so I should- I should go soon.
Go away. You're gonna ruin it.
[Michael] I appreciate you doing this. I didn't wanna ask George Michael.
- Skyrockets in flight - We have an open relationship.
- You're doing well? - I was just dropping these off.
But I did finally get into Dad's pants...
You sound mad, Mom, mad enough to throw one of these little lady heads at him.
Great. Good deal.
- And if it makes my mom jealous- - And George Michael can run back to his precious Ann.