Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, Peter, when we got married we agreed to share our lives.

No, we'll think of a way to fix it.

Oh, Reginald. Elden Ring Sucks

- I'm the proprietor of this delicatessen. - Butt out, shlomo. All I need is your address.

Uh, I mean, mobbed as in crowded.

Hey, forget about it.

Well, I would try to eat you really fast, before I got flaccid.

If only I'd met you first... But whaddaya gonna do?

Whack a sightglass? Off a sightglass? Whack off a sightglass?

you can just whack me off right now.

- Now get outta here, you losers. - What about the foreign guy?

- Why, yes, I dare say that's the fellow. - Oh, let's get him.

- I don't know what you're talking about. - Aw, come on, you know, the don.

I've been lookin' all over for ya. Look, I gotta call off the hit on my wife.

- Home? You know, for dinner. - Oh, yeah? What are we havin'?

Whichever bunny you think is better for shooting a guy in the head.

Lois, this is crazy.

I'm tired of being left out of all our decision making.

There's no way we can have maritals with you lying all the way over there.

See, marriage is a partnership. If you really love someone, you gotta work together,

Are you Big Fat Paulie?

Decent phones, God-fearing phones,

Tomorrow’s lesson: October is gonna be tomorrow!