Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I mean, not that I'm doing anything wrong.

- Hey, Mr. Gable. - Hey.

Don't worry. I'm gonna be fine.

You believe this?

There is no handyman. There's no Blake.

between noon and 3:00 today to sign for it.

You'll hear our Chore Weasel tone...

What do I tell Donna?

So, the other day, the gutters...

Okay, for someone who knows all the answers,

My face doesn't feel like it's wrapped in barbed wire.

and we'll see you inside, okay?

Oh, Chale. You're, uh, here.

I thought you were going to the city.

What?! No. Mr. Gable, I... I'm... I'm sorry.

Some grandma is just... She's lost in Ronkonkoma.

Oh, come on. You're asking me to sit around all day and do nothing here?

Your ankle's really blowing up on you, huh?

I think the wife was right.

- I am with you. - All right.

And if Donna asks, it was me cleaning the gutters.

Uh, at 11:00, I got a light lunch,

- Thanks. - Yeah.

No, you went the extra mile.

You got to go home and wait for a delivery?

Yeah, I'm watching from the safety of my mom's couch.