Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Take your time, amigo. I'm okay, as long as I have "Diseases!"

Oh, my God. My turkey. My turkey!

We are not ridiculously close.

- so as not to interfere with Lily's meal. - Damn straight.

Wait, Marshall, you realize you'll only have one left after this.

Because I'm still in love with you!

- What happened? - Uh, he wanted me to pay rent.

This is the best Thanksgiving...

In fact, I want to study slapping under your tutelage.

This once pure fruit has turned into a poisoned slap-ple.

I'm sorry, but that's weird.

Are you sure you want to spend this slap today?

This is basically hell on Earth.

So, Rita, are you excited about the big move to Florida?

- I'd like to offer you this slap. - Really?

- I had a nightmare. - Oh, sweetie.

Okay, rule number one, the slap must occur before sundown,

which I thought was totally uncalled for.

Rita? Where's my truss?

I supported you when our neighbor, Mr. Ossias, was dead to you.

Marshall was pretty bummed out.

So, not only did you stop them from moving to Florida,

And Marshall had found the perfect turkey.

If anyone's gonna slap him, it's gonna be me.

- So never, huh? - No, not a word.

- Transferable! - Transferable!