Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[door bell ringing]
morning, pidge. Sleep well?
Why don't you yell at her?
All right, fire it down in here, come on now.
You little dipshit!
Or ever.
Now, I don't like spicy things.
[theme music playing]
well, you have him draw on himself
uh, don't use drugs.
Hey, you, uh...
Your dad.
Uh...
And now,
Damn! I must've ate my fortune.
-[laughing] -there you go.
Yes, I have a kid, that's why I said it.
But, uh, you tell him,