Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Next time Josh Sparkman touches my nipples

I hope he doesn't try to touch me.

Get some strange. Hop in, baby.

Hey. Here. Take an aspirin.

Yeah, the blueprint. I want everybody to map out their positions. Specifically...

(choking) FRANK: Oh. Oh, shit!

We're sitting shiva, for my Aunt Joyce.

Get out of the way, Jew. Out of my way. What's happening?

FRANK: Oh, look at those Winnebagos.

I died and went to heaven.

We're not. He didn't. That's not what's going on.

You got to stay back here on the walkie in case of an emergency.

Great work, bud. You killed it, really.

We could play one quick game of night crawlers

FRANK: Come on, think of something cool to say.

That's not good. That's not good, Frankie.

FRANK: Oh, look. Dumb bird got a boot on her car.

Oh, he's getting his ass kicked! Get out of my face, old man,

(phone whistles)

What's happening?

No. DeMarcus. Why can't I think of his name today?

(distorted): Mom, Dad,

Don't touch me! Oh, shit, dude, I'm sorry.

Ah, Dennis, I know what's happening.

I don't want to die looking at you, you sack of shit!

(distorted): Oh, slowin' down.

I would like to take a ride down the Grand Canyon of those honeys.

Pondy? Where is he?! Where is he?!