Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All kind of cheeses and meats.
- Here, give it to the big Funk. - No, little Funk's got it, okay?
Let me just ask you about the display here.
You don't need this shit.
We're friends. I didn't wanna sneak around behind your back.
Oh, absolutely, yes. We have a wonderful pastry chef.
- Thank you very much. - And by the way, you're not even in charge of the cookies.
- No more hooker boots. - None. Zero.
- Get out of my way, baldy! - Ah-ah!
- Man: Get a plier. - Leon: She can't open it.
- ( moaning ) - Yeah, yeah!
( chatter on TV )
Yeah, you come over here under these false pretenses
If I don't use something velvety, I'ma get ashy as hell, Lar.
Those cookies, those are for guests?
is separating the cookies
- Rudy Giuliani! - ( moaning )
( screams )
I don't wanna be a hater, but can't nobody do all that shit in one day.
let's, uh-- let's not go crazy here.
Mr. David, at last we meet face-to-face.
you put them back on the table?
There's a big difference.
Funkhouser: LD, come down here.
No, no! Swat, Swat! Not her, not her!
Oh, my God!
You can always give us some feedback. We love notes.
I came here specifically looking for you.
Good. I will have one of my staff members contact you to arrange for it.
- Mm. Mm. - No?
Business-- never been better.
You tried to open that pickle jar
- ( phone beeps ) - What's so important about these fucking towels?
( door closes )
I really appreciate it. Thank you.
You know what? This is unbelievable that I actually ran--
- ( stammering ) Yes, all right, thank you. - Goodbye, Mr. David.
( stammering ) I need to, like-- to go with my impulses,
- I will check in the back and I will be right with you. - Thank you very much.
She said I wasn't her type.
Yeah, put-- put the tits away.
Everybody wants to open it.
don't ever return to this hotel-- I'm serious-- or I will call the cops.
I heard-- I heard someone at the gate.
Give it here, Chappie. Give me a shot at it.
- Okay, get in there. - I got you.
'cause he can't concentrate anymore.
I-- I'm so thrilled about this whole thing. Good luck!
It's better if you don't come here under the circumstances...
Thank you. That's lovely.
put your hands in your front pockets,
and look what's happened here!
- Okay? - ( stammering ) No, I gotta get--
It's done, it's in a cast.
- Leon: Shit. - What happened?
What do you know?
This is a Pepperidge Farm cookie, that's it.
and I can't open this damn pickle jar.
- What about that? - Well, you haven't been married to her in a long time.
- Mm-hmm. - ...he's going to Stanford on a full scholarship.
He doesn't care about anything.
He's, like, ready to explode.
- Yeah, that's true. - ( Paula giggling )
But that's neither here nor there.
I didn't fight him; I let it go!
- You want me to go shopping for towels? - It'd be nice.
- Okay, no, I-- - Okay.