Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

in one of our most difficult jobs.

All things in their proper place.

Oh, my God, are you OK?

- On rye, sir. - What else, Fundis?

- I've been popping magical boner pills. - Magical boner pills?

I'm almost divorced.

yet promotes a religious curriculum in direct violation of Church-State separation mandates.

- Your kid's not OK! - I'm so sorry.

I have cancer. I had cancer.

All right, Lex, come on, baby. Big finish. Big finish.

- What's that? - Summer reading from Internal Affairs.

Kesheshian says "goodbye".

I gave you my something special, and you ate it.

Stop it, stop it!

Piece of advice.

Do you like this job?

Well, it is a lot of walking.

- I bet you look better in red. - Not appropriate for faking grief.

- Maybe it's bad shit. - But my dad gets it from your mom.

I didn't tell anyone.

but the first time I saw you,

After reconstructive surgery, you're gonna feel good as new.

Quite the ripping yarn.