Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Vic the Appraiser.
You know what?
Has your friend recently changed?
- It depends. - I oughta quit this fucking therapy.
Jesus, you believe this shit?
It's just because we're old friends.
Give us a sign of your presence.
- Did you even pay the funeral bill yet? - I'm never gonna pay him.
No, I'm just saying, the old guys were different.
What do you know about the mud? You been spying on me?
You should be in therapy.
and what you're really after in your very brief time on this earth.
He's here!
It's on a need-to-know basis.
You know, the grave and the funeral...
I'm all right.
Some leadership strategies.
In the end, Louis clapped him in irons.
as I always do and always will.
on these shithole houses we bought in Jersey.
Try the mushrooms. I don't know what they do to them, but they're delicious.
- Is this how you treat your guests? - My guests?
Just heard from our friend.
That door is not supposed to be closed.
Come on, I'm a fat fucking crook from New Jersey.
I wish you would've told me about it before I picked up the steaks from Outback.
I know my old man can be a tough nut to crack.
I'm only the appraiser!
Oh, my God.
Fair enough.
What?
Does it have to be like a cancer hospital in here?
No, it's al right.
How about we try and contact the dead for real?