Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He is. Looks like you kids got this under control.
What is he saying to his patient?
I'm cool, you're not.
- Yes? - Absolutely.
- No one. - I'm gonna ask you one more time.
Leading the Double Ent-Andres to victory.
- Don't touch me. - We need to police each other...
- You named your dog Cale? - Yeah.
Because now, instead of Cale, we're gonna have to name him after one of her uncles.
LT is listed as questionable.
Beautiful? He's got the Ruxin face.
Sweet ringtone. You changed it from Limp Bizkit?
Nobody likes the honeydew.
So does my grandfather. I'm sorry.
Get some food and head back to the table.
- This is what I lost to? - Wow.
Who...? Who's got his backup?
Mr. Frank Gore and Mr. Andre Johnson.
We should have a direct phone line to these guys.
- Salad plane, coming through. - You're so funny.
Vince would like me to give you the number for a shelter...
Are you happy now? Are you finished?
- That was too fast. - No, host gets first dibs.
Or perhaps Brazil for a caca carnival.
- I told you. - You lie.
I would think that it would be...
Give us a ruling. Who gets Glen Coffee?
Yeah, it's a personal matter so just returning his call.
- Over the name Cale? - Yeah, it's lost some of its luster.
They know if they're playing.
- Oh, hey. - Oh, yeah.
- Enjoy each other's company. - That's what we were doing.
I have not been invited over since the arrival of The First Human Child. Have you been?
And rumor is, he actually beat someone last week.
- Wait, that's baby Jeffrey? - Yeah.
You are dominating this league.
What is she doing? No.
All right, I'll take care of your little footsies.