Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Deli guy. Meat slicer.
I'll hold your legs.
Being a soldier is number one
Hmm.
my mom was waging war.
And for the record, I still won.
always be my Pops.
Feels pretty good having a wingmom, huh?
Then pick another name, like, uh...
Pap Pap. (GROANS)
Astronaut? Your sensitive tummy at zero g?
No! Oh, yes.
Isn't that adorable? It was a slam dunk!
I was very clear. No call signs, no nicknames.
That's so weird.
ADULT ADAM: It was November 22, 1980-something,
when we visit my uncle's farm.
Behold.
Boom! What's that now?
Thunder hornet? Sky dagger? No. My God.
or you'll be a loser forever.
This is a picture of your dad at his ROTC graduation.
to get me in basic training.
I'll drive.
What do you think?
Too hard! WALLACE: You don't know hard.
Applesauce. You are applesauce.
I got next game.
Who cares? I measure age in spirit.
Instead of nicknames, how about this.
Oh, I'm totally cool with it.
Well, I'm just proud that you're sticking with it.