Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- We got 'em both. - Welcome to Paddy's Pub, home of the Blessed Mother.
Truth, truth. Face fat?
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- Why you do that? - Oh, um, because you're a bad person.
I mean, endorsement from the Catholic Church.
His breath smelled like shit.
I'm not gonna do it... unless God asks me to.
- You get a drink after you bless the stain. - Shh!
Did you see that, dude?
Yeah, his legs were...
I thought about what you said, and I think you're right.
- Would you care to make a donation? - How much should I give?
Father O'Grady? Uh...
That's the way God works, 'cause God loves us.
- Huh. - I wore the giant leg braces.
- Hey, come on. This would be really good for the bar. - No. Screw you guys. No way.
- Oh! Yeah. - What is that?
- He's not gonna do it. You got the crow's-feet. - Crow's-feet.
Of course it does. I'm sorry, okay? Forget...
Let me ask you a question, man. I know it's been years since we've seen each other...
You can't just go back, Dee. "Yeah, I wanna become a priest again." You can't.
- I know that. - Okay.
- No, I can't imagine. - It haunts me.
Frank, you've gotta be kidding with these receipts.
That's right. Rickety Crickety Legs.