Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I have to go kill myself now. Excuse me.
No.
- The guy you were with last night? - Yeah.
I'm a happily married man, Harry.
Will you-? Okay, bye. Nice meeting you.
No lip.
- Come on. - I don't know.
Bad dude! Bad dude!
- Could you help me with this? - Sure.
You're bumming me out, man.
Are you kidding? Oh, yeah. It's the hottest item all summer.
- Señor Pizza. - It's about time.
Joyce! What am I gonna do?
Believe me, I know what you're going through.
Oh, like who?
- Think that's okay? - I think like this.
- No! - Yes.
The guys, they just pushed their way in, and-
Oh, shit. Sorry.
Honey!
- Wilshire Motel? - Yeah, that's right. I'm sorry.
Come on, Jen. Let's get out of here.
I'm Randy Bodek.
- I missed you. - Did you?
555-8411.
- We need 12 units of BHT. - And we need a bucket for the blood.
I don't want to know.
Hey!
Jory. How are you?
You do absolutely nothing...
...and say we have no more anchovies.
- Extra gooey. - No, extra tangy.
He's probably some young beach-boy stud. With a name like Jason...
- Oh, that looks wonderful. - Think so? No, that's it.
I'll have a Taco Macho.
I see them moving around in there. Come on out, little weasel!
- Get off me! - We both need it.
Stop it.
Goodbye, Harry.
- What was that? - What?
- Your son has been porking my wife! - Mine too.
He does not have a clue what he's doing there!
- Leave her alone! - You and me, bozo!
Let's see, 9000 plus the 400 you just made, divided by 200...
Have you been upset or had emotional problems lately?
Oh, shit! I'm in a red zone.
- You mean, you say no to me? - Yes, I say no and goodbye.
Hey, son!
Hey, hey, come on. Calm down.
Says extra anchovies. Who called it in?
No.
What happened to the wife?
- I thought you were gay! - No!
- Do you know what this is? - Looks-
- What's this? - A guy shows up at the door...
Joe! Joe! Joe!
Sad.
Can I help you?
One, two, three, four.
- Nobody's going to find out. - Yeah, well.
Why should he want to come home to this?
Jen, don't be so hard on yourself.
- Please sit down. - Yes, definitely.
What are you doing up? Where's Dad?
You know, I hope everything works out.
- But I'm Tony. - You're who?
This guy was late for work, and he sees his bus leaving the stop.
Besides, Harry never comes home. He's downtown all day. Every day.
Look, smell.
Hello?
- Dad. Dad! - ... see you.
...of course, I prefer you naked...
And now...
I Have Many Anchovy’s Massapequa TP flick
It's all right. I'm a little rusty myself.
Look, Linda, you sure you'll be safe down here?
- Don't hold dinner, I might be late. - Okay.
I thought I could.