Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

ANOUSH: Hey, Sensei? Huh?

That's called a bo.

Secret's the chopped onions.

That's when you strike the hardest.

I knew this was bullshit.

I know what it needs.

This was all just some scam to get kids to do your yard work, huh?

But I promise...

and then shacked up with a Pilates instructor half his age?

"Stereotypical music." That was Mr. Miyagi's favorite song.

JOHN: This is an act of war.

JOHN: Six of one.

What the hell is going on here?

What you need is bone-crunching, face-smashing, good ol' American karate.

You know, like, "Hash brown, Team Cobra Kai" or something.

Just because my husband spent half our Q3 marketing budget

Sensei is definitely Keene's father.

If I could just get those eyeballs on the dojo...

Cobra Kai! Cobra Kai! Cobra Kai!

Last week, I had no hot water.

ANOUSH: I'm not a North Hollywood guy.

With car salesmen, you always gotta read the fine print.

Yeah, all right.

Maybe you can give 'em a demonstration, you know?

Have you tried pressing the power button?

JOHNNY: [INTERRUPTS] "But" nothing.

I should've told you a long time ago.

I should've taken care of that old bastard when I had the chance.

Screw that lame meditation bullshit.

Just a hot grill and some quality chuck.

you have to unlearn your misconceptions about what constitutes training.

We're gonna go for a swim, but maybe play with you later?

Well, I wouldn't get too excited. We did find a dead possum in there.