Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- L.o.l. - ( Jeff chuckles )
- Whatever you say, darling. - We're going.
Of course not. - 'Cause you're not just gonna interrupt your shot
So I guess you won't be playing golf on Saturday.
- Yeah, I made a trade. - Well, I'm glad you did.
Funkman. Look who's here.
- It's a lock. - Fantastic!
Okay. Funkhouser: Inside left, l.D.
- Yes, it's annoying. Gone. - And you tear up the bill.
- How happy are you right now? - I'm not gonna have dinner tonight.
and if you don't play, we all drop out. It's over for us.
- Yeah, you've got one ball. - I've got one solid ball.
When are you gonna come back to earth, huh?
Man: I think we're the team to beat. I really do.
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry! - What?
With the potatoes, for example. You know?
- You're a Jew, yes? - Yes, I am a Jew.
( Car alarm chirps )
( Tisks )
- Yes, I did. - Thank you, my friend.
- You would never get caught. - Ever.
She's an adult. She can come to an adult dinner party.
It's great to see you. And let me just say
- I think the way you express yourself is like a child. - That's bullshit.
- A lot of celery. - Celery. Jeff, you hear that?
He hasn't practiced for... - like a month I haven't seen him out here.
Give me the cake, Larry!
- Labe. - Son of nat.
- Eddie and Juliet: Amen. - Now the wine.
Jeff. Funkhouser: Let's get to 18.
You know what? Fuck you, don't come home tonight.
Oh. Yeah. Fantastic.
- You're fucking my husband?! - Shit.