Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

(choking) FRANK: Oh. Oh, shit!

Next time Josh Sparkman touches my nipples

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

(phone whistles)

I died and went to heaven.

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

(distorted): Oh, slowin' down.

Ah, Dennis, I know what's happening.

FRANK: Oh, look at those Winnebagos.

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

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

(distorted): Mom, Dad,

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

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

What's happening?

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

Hey. Here. Take an aspirin.

Great work, bud. You killed it, really.

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

We're sitting shiva, for my Aunt Joyce.

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

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

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

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

I hope he doesn't try to touch me.

Get some strange. Hop in, baby.

We could play one quick game of night crawlers