Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, my God. How much cancer was in him?
My vacation starts today, sir.
- Well, if it isn't Chet Manley. - Yeah. And is... I wanna say Peggy?
- Or where. - Yeah. Mexico's pretty big.
- What? - He's younger.
Yeah. Until the Las Vegas police faxed over this little gem.
- We grabbed a bear claw. - Rowr.
...but he's probably as close as I'm gonna get.
- That was the best you could do? - Shut up.
- Anymore. What are we talking about? - Nothing.
Yeah, listen, doctor, I'm kind of making peace with my loved ones...
- What? - Fun! Oh, you mean literally.
- What? - Is there one?
...but in the meantime, is your mother there?
...I was a dick to you like a jillion times?
Because I sure did. Friday night was Cornhole League, then on Saturday...
And speaking of...
Yes. God knows when I'll be able see Dicky again.
But I've never been. Here.
That's what the tattoo guy said. Had to slip him an extra 100 bucks.
- So if you could...? - Oh, sorry.
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