Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

(phone whistles)

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

(distorted): Mom, Dad,

FRANK: Oh, look at those Winnebagos.

(choking) FRANK: Oh. Oh, shit!

Great work, bud. You killed it, really.

I hope he doesn't try to touch me.

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

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

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

We're sitting shiva, for my Aunt Joyce.

Get some strange. Hop in, baby.

What's happening?

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

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

We could play one quick game of night crawlers

Hey. Here. Take an aspirin.

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

I died and went to heaven.

Next time Josh Sparkman touches my nipples

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

(distorted): Oh, slowin' down.

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

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

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

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

Ah, Dennis, I know what's happening.