Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

Next time Josh Sparkman touches my nipples

(distorted): Oh, slowin' down.

(phone whistles)

FRANK: Oh, look at those Winnebagos.

What's happening?

Hey. Here. Take an aspirin.

Ah, Dennis, I know what's happening.

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

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

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

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

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

Get some strange. Hop in, baby.

(distorted): Mom, Dad,

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

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

Great work, bud. You killed it, really.

We're sitting shiva, for my Aunt Joyce.

I died and went to heaven.

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

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

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

We could play one quick game of night crawlers

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

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

(choking) FRANK: Oh. Oh, shit!

I hope he doesn't try to touch me.