Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Frostbite took care of his pain but not his hunger.

- You don't have a cat, do you? - It's fine. It's fine, right? It's fine.

Please go and get Omi out of the fireplace before she burns the whole house down.

It's the blizzard, honey. Nothing's working right now.

Okay, you kind of got me there.

- Squirrels. - Right. Probably playing with their nuts.

Max, come on. Time for bed.

How come rich people get all the free shit?

This just doesn't make any sense.

That's a good idea. I'll go first.

- Howie! - Dad! Dad!

Looks like Martha Stewart threw up in here.

And as he had for thousands of years,

Don't suppose you got me a backup generator for Christmas, did you?

No, no, no. It was actually quite a bit of... survival training.

- For what, Tom? - The snowplow. It's our only shot.

- You know what I mean. - Thanks.

- Howard! - What?

No, no, no. Max, what are you doing?

We can't go anywhere. It's too dangerous. You got it?

What are you doing? I said, take me.

Get 'em, Rosie.

Jiminy Christmas. What happened out there?

Evil Santa? Jesus H. Almighty.

- OH YEAH? NOT AS SCUSI AS YOU’RE GONING BE.

- Are they? - Mom?

- Are you okay? Honey? - Enough. Enough.

- Beth should be home by now. - She's fine. She's at Derek's.

- Howard. - What?

And what if they're gone too?

And eventually, so did I.

I don't know, Jordan.

Can I walk over and check on him? It's only a few blocks.

the sacrifice of giving.

What are you talking about? Tom and Howard know what they're doing. They're fine.

Swords, guns, knives, pots, pans! Get whatever you can...

And then we're going after 'em.

someone's tearing through your fancy-ass neighborhood picking everybody off.

I've hunted a lot of game in my day.

They too had given up.

and the hope that we could find joy again.

Take me. What are you doing? Take me! No!

I wished for them to go away.

That's from me and the girls. I had to reattach the foot.

- Just say something nice about dessert. - Hey. Maxi-pad.

It's the weirdest thing. There's no cars, no people, not even a salt truck.

All right, slow down. What is that?

- It's my fault. - No.