Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I get thirsty at night.
Oh, that's right. My writers are.
...because you've grown into a bloated slob...
Eh! It's just a Benjamin.
Hey, Jon, Why is Claire peeing on bush so longest? OK, Jon 2, I'm on it. I'm back, Jon-- What the heck is going on here, Jon?
Our finest snacks we bring Pa rum...
...my stepdaughter's Asian entourage.
Move over, fool.
Roberta. Aah! Look at you.
Hi, Aunt Janet.
- I'm in here. - Sorry.
Oh, my head is killing me.
Ha, ha. Like I'm the first girl to get drunk and sleep with a loser.
Shut up, turkey-clone.
Meet back here in five.
This is just like high school. Always acting like she's better than me.
Talking about, "Have I seen a Blackberry?"
Why is there no Ketel Two?" Ha-ha-ha. That's good.
Bitch, I am a Blackberry!
...so I took that to mean you needed some face time.
I'm sorry. I'll look, I'll find them.
What's up, gorgeous? You didn't return my texts...
Not a high, flat, Sinbad-Iooking ass like this guy.
...who'll eat anything and is gonna die this month.
And trust me, being a father is a full-time job.
Because of the C-section scar? Doesn't bother me. Bothers me a little.
...is doing sitting over here all by herself?
All grown up All Grown Up!