Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Though I deal with death every time I walk into this place,

Look, Mr Cannon, let's drop the forgetful act!

Oh, it's the flu, like I said.

- What is it? - Dan, I love you,

- Why haven't you told her? - I'm not sure.

Bye, Carla. Sorry I didn't get to meet your husband.

- Towel. - Thank you. Let's rock'n'roll.

...apology accepted.

Spent most time dealing with the headstone.

Throw the ball, you jackass.

Well, Carla calls you her superman, and you love that.

The good news is that it's Type 2 diabetes.

No need. I already got him back and then some.

Now I can feel my tootsies.

- There you go. - Oh, thank you.

I gotta tell you, little brother, you were always the apple of Dad's eye.

I don't know. Maybe we should work on that...

Look, I put a six-pack for you in the toilet.

- Alcoholic. That was easy. - Yeah.

"Can I tell you something weird?"

I believe the ratio's shifted that way.

- I gotta go to work. - OK, little brother.

I took all his patients

Today doesn't look good. Get me beer?

When someone shoves you like this?