Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We really need to talk, son.

Oh, my God. You're not?

I'm talking to him.

Don't take it so personally.

- Sal said I didn't have to wear it. - Sal.

See, I'm the only driver right now. Well, thanks. Will I-?

Joyce, I'm not making this up. I have pains in my chest.

...to a stag party in Costa Mesa.

Where is she? What did she say?

- I love her. - What did you say?

What is that? A prescription?

But I still love you.

Well, less expenses, which is...

I know the wrapping's a little primitive, but it's nice. Go ahead, open it.

But I cannot lie to you, my darling.

But it is all broken. The tip will be very small.

- Maybe I better give you a hand. - No, no, that's not- Okay, yeah.

Like extra anchovies on that?

- I don't know. We had a fight. - About me?

Bad boy! Bad boy!

A lot of these girls you've been seeing, they've got boyfriends, don't they?

- ... would you give it to me? - Yes.

I don't want to break up with you. Look, I got you a present.

Intruder alert! Trespasser!

I've got three charges for deliveries from someplace called Señor Pizza.

Now, you could just snap your fingers and get any guy you wanted.

Something was up when I saw those old records out.

I cannot believe Alex would do this to me.

Come on, Jen, my dad's coming. Look, at least let me get my stuff.

- Yeah? - Back at school.

Oh, God, it's all my fault.

Oh, I thought you had the afternoon off!

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

You have been porking my wife!

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Charged to Señor Pizza. The bridge club ordered in.

You son of a bitch!

What's the story with the coat here?

Mustaches, mustaches.

I don't believe this.

- Husbands. - Me too.

Two-hour appointment with Dr. Palmer this morning. House call. Right?

- See, I don't know what to do. - I do. Move your butt.

...but if you must wear something, it should be the best.

Look, I don't know what time-

And why don't you ever stand up for me?

Great. Great, you know, until recently.

Oh, excuse me. I'm Randy's dad. Nice to meet you.

Looks brand-new to me.

So? What's going on?

Don't move. My lip is caught in the zipper.

Of course you would.

It's not good to tell him I'm living with a girl.

Look, it's just been one giant mistake.

My anniversary party. Oh, Joe's already there.

All right! Outside! Outside!

Four of them scheduled deliveries for later this week!

You're a terrific person.

My wife's having an affair.

- Go away. Go away! Go away! - Joe.

The first Bodek to graduate from college.

F in geometry. Now, what the hell's so subjective about that?

To check on the last-minute details. You know how she gets!