Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I can take it. - Great.
It's your family.
She of the magical, house-earning pussy.
I changed all her bags, cleaned her up and turned on the television.
You have a plan, don't you? It's not about the clean air.
I don't think it's the car.
I'll answer your call next time.
Here's what we'll do. You and your brother, Klaus...
Shane's sleeping on my old Star Wars sheets.
I brought you zwiebelbraten with spaetzle.
She kept calling me "gooshey purim," or something.
- Who? - It's your mother. Never mind.
All right, he's in.
- Because it's always you. - Okay, shower time.
Okay, fine. I spilled gas on myself when I was pouring it on the furniture.
But we're just gonna try and put all that out of our minds for now.
That house belongs to Celia.
Did a bird just crap on my head?
All right, then you bring in lots and lots of mota.
You're not looking so hot yourself. Isn't it time to make peace?
Oh, Ma.
Mine was on mute.
- Good to know. - I'll buy you a wet suit.
Oh, shit, family member? No, no, no. Forget this. I'm leaving.
Maybe she's just taking a nap.
I am in a sundress.
- Fuck you. I haven't done anything. - We'll see.
Hey, I'm hungry. Make me a sandwich.
- Should I be nervous about all this? - Well, of course you should.
- No. - Hey, can I go with you?