Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I gotta poop.
Sir, I need your help.
Ben.
Couple of nines, feeling fine.
- Is there a problem here? - Yes, there's a problem.
Wait, are you kicking me out?
Yes, you want to go? Yeah, by all means, you win. Again.
In the meantime, get in the basket.
Damn it, you make a very good point.
- Oh... - You don't deserve that.
I will show myself the door.
- No more fun and games. - No, no. Not...
Aunt Mickey!?
at one of our tables.
- Benito. What are... - Ben?
No.
Yeah. We got to find him.
Ben stole my diamonds.
- Whoa. - What the...?
Yeah, it's pretty great.
Hello?! Ben...
Jimmy says you have a gambling disease.
If you don't give that back right now...
"it's for the best."
Okay.
on the Internet pay for a kid like that?
Jimmy. No. You're spiraling, okay?
Whoa!
You've got some nerve calling me irresponsible.
- I should hold something. - Yeah, yeah. Here, here we go.
It's just life.
I almost combusted on the spot.
No. You know what? I'm done with the leaders, all right?
It changes everything, Sabrina.
That does not feel right.
as much as anybody else.
Bye, Jimmy!
- What's with the limo? - Oh, this thing?