Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

something inside of me snapped.
- So Lyndon was innocent.
and that thing is sealed on tight.
- Oh, no, Rosa. They're leaving together.
- Wait, why are you bringing the coffin?
What got into you this morning, Pappy?
- In my employees.
There's giant rats everywhere.
- Ooh, extra-long hug.
- Charles Boyle
- Ah. Nitrobenzene.
- Here it is.
It's what's in your heart.
- Oh, my God. What is that stench?
after the burping, shall we?
- Which explains why we found her hair on the box.
- Charles, I'm sorry.
- It smells horrible.
why are we doing this?
- The pressure of keeping secrets
Are you happy now?
- I'm helping Holt pick a dating site.
- Sure, great idea. I'll go first.
It was Lyndon, right?
- He's The One True Boyle.
Now all we need is one of your hairs, Lyndon.
'cause that's all that matters.
Untucked shirt, no thank you.
I think we're all packed.
I'll always love you."
I thought we were going for uncomfortable.
- Or maybe Charles is the One True Boyle.
- Like Vladimirov's Thunderbolt of 1987.
- It's a farm. All the chairs are rockers.
Sam couldn't stand that you were chosen to give the eulogy.
- That was a strong observation.
we found in Pappy Boyle's mouth.
- Must've been a nutria hair.
- I don't feel right giving it now.
I thought I'd lost you.
Tell us about your last contact with your father.
Since you love him so much.
something doesn't smell right here.
Without the Boyle backbone, I'm just a bag of flesh.
At Kevin's request, I offered to reduce
It's because of our fleshy toe pads.
- Apparently that's not genetic.
Todd, I swear to God