Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You take off my shirt

That means we follow one rule... find the funny.

with his geeky nerd poison.

I'm lower than bell people now!

We were forced to bring out the big guns... the worm!

Murray, look at your son!

and take your temperature.

And I keep them all here in my heart file.

- Pull them up! Pull them up! - No! No!

For your scrapbook!

I kind of have my own scrapbook collection.

Oh, good! An audience!

That's just my hand cupped into my sweaty armpit.

I mean, tax returns? In your heart file?

I'm not surprised.

You want funny?

There's no science to putting lips on a forehead.

Turns out our antics were no match

there was no way we'd lose

playing with this weirdly hot cat lady.

- Yeah! - Whoo-hoo!

I'm supposed to be the athlete of the family, you know?

Hey, can we get a copy?

Rikak-kak-kak-kak-kak! Rikak-kak-kak-kak!

No surprises, no parties, no anything!

I was cutting together some b-ball greatness.

I... smell... like... ball... sweat.

To you. To me, they're reminders of us, of our family.

I also own roller skating, eating chili,

Erica, they're turning on us,

- So did you have fun, Dad? - I had a good time.

Come here, come here.

for the ultimate Globetrotter title!

perfecting his buzzer-beating hook shot.

It kind of seems like you need a win so... you.

But the ladder says don't stand on the very top step.

I know, Dave Kim.

One drop touches me and you're dead.