Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

With tools.
Horrible.
Get out, Sharon!
Mm-hmm.
Honey, that's exactly what I thought he was trying to say.
Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, Dr. Kramer.
Geez, I can't tell you how comforting it is to be in the hands of my old family doctor.
Here I come.
Good boy.
I can't just lie here like a silent lump.
Come on up.
Keep your voice down.
You know, Chris, it's stupid and...
Goodbye, Sharon.
Oh, I have to face the horrible reality that no one will ever hear another peep out of me again.
There you go.
I can forget about karaoke night at the local moose lodge.
And, well, they have to go in and they have to delicately, uh, remove my precious, bulbous, pus-filled tonsils.
I mean, correct me if I'm wrong.
Well, I'll be back tomorrow.
Sure.
We've been through so much together, haven't we?
I truly am.
Oh, boy.
Look, I want you two to do something for me, okay?
And I want an open casket.
As much as it hurts me to say it, you're going to be fine.
I know what you're saying, honey.
I can't continue with the charade.
Gus is here too.
But I'm already going through the seven stages of death.
Stop it!