Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And then... [sighs] ...they just never do.

if you'd just let me keep going.

Yeah, she's, um-- [smacks lips] She's actually got a soccer game.

You haven't eaten. Let me make you a plate.

[Jimmy sniffles] Sean. -[papers rustling]

Don't. Do not pinch me.

[spectators clapping, clamoring]

[door opens] -I'm sorry.

[breathing shakily]

You did it. Come on, let's celebrate.

[Jimmy] Okay, Sean, you got this.

[cell phone ringing]

[ringing continues]

And he was, like, so mad we had to go back.

[Jimmy] It's my best friend, Brian.

I get that. [chuckles]

I think I may have already done that. -Ah, well, fuck it then.

[imitates explosion, chuckles] -Yes! You hungry? I'm hungry.

I just-- Thank you, Jimmy.

She's good, man. Yeah. -Yeah, she is.

I have to take this. -Of course you fucking do.

I need you to be excited for me.

And before you know it,

I don't know what's-- what you want from me.

I had a long day. This relaxes me.

["Endangered Birds" playing]

Can't you just do it? -Oh, my God.

I know what percentage of me doesn't give a shit.

I read this article that people with Parkinson's are more prone to dehydration,

[patient 1] We both know this shit isn't gonna work.

Somebody saying some shit.

Sit down, Jimmy.

I'm right behind you!

What's in the bowl, Jimmy?

No, I know, I know. I-I-- I'm rooting for 'em.

Sorry, there's a lot of papers.

Well, we don't shake 'em.

Fuck. Come on, we gotta get out of here.

Just pretzels. -The other bowl.