Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm spitting Skoal into a can, drinking wine from a bottle I unscrewed...
...and a lottery ticket. I'm feeling lucky.
Go, Johnny, go. Johnny boy.
Welcome to the first, and quite possibly the very last...
Looked like more than that.
Aren't you the least bit bummed that your wife ditched us?
That's good, because I do. You can listen.
- Dad? - What, baby?
- I could ask you the same thing. - I'm handling this.
...to lift us out of our holiday blues. We're throwing a party.
- Thanks. - Yeah.
You know what? It's fine. I'll go.
- Just as well, I suppose. - Would you like a drink?
- I like the Pussycat Dolls. - My God. You're serious.
I think that I've owed you this dance for like five years.
We have them all the time, so it's not really a big deal...
You know. First his girlfriend, then the accident.
- Johnny? Hey, man. - Ryan?
I'm gonna embarrass myself in front of a lot of people.
- That song's Jewish? - It might as well be.
And I just feel adrift.
- See? Summer's laughing. - That's just gas. Listen.
- Hi. - Hi, Kirsten, you look lovely.
...your arms around each other, swaying. It's awesome.
I hope so. Your daughter's living at my house.
Okay. Well, today's your lucky day.
- But also the most photographed. - Is there a videotape too?
Are you okay?
- We're closing up. - Yeah, sorry.
You're beginning to sound like Seth.
Hey, get in the spirit, man. It's Chrismukkah.
And besides, I already talked about it with Ryan...
This is the CD I trained with.
- Shalom. - Friends?
...to observe the Ten Commandments.
He would, if we could pay for it.
- You do. Doesn't have to be like this. - What am I supposed to do?
She just didn't like it here with me, I guess.
- What do you mean, you're not doing it? - I'm done.
I told you, Gus. I'm not going to your Christmas party.
Nope.
Ready?