Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- All right. - I can do that shit.
and, uh, we hope to see you again.
- You know? - ( sighs )
- In fact, we invented the tong. - ( scoffs ) Okay.
I also love the one with the close talker.
Ah, yes, well...
who put you in charge of the cookies?
- Leave me the fuck alone! - ( clattering )
Ask who it is. Don't forget.
I'm gonna get you-- get you back to being Larry.
- Oh, my God, I'm so sorry! - Oh, shut up.
- Okay, okay. Okay, bye. - Bye, Lar.
I was kind of wondering...
the kid's in the back seat, jumping around and shit.
Sitting around here, looking all frumpy and shit.
- Beef sticks. - Beef stick?
No, I was just merely demonstrating something...
- Too tight for you? - Who sleeps like that?
Yeah, thanks. Thanks for being so concerned about it.
Okay, so I'm gonna put the tits away.
and Fatwa Claus gonna come down that fucking chimney and kill your ass.
you know, just for sanitary reasons.
- Hey, Larry. - Wait, I'm sorry. Could you hold on one second?
so we have-- we have that in common.
( door opens )
I don't even know him anymore.
a dress from Saks Fifth Avenue, so that's not gonna happen.
- Is that so? - Yes!
Steve Bannon!
You have no compassion,
- Yes, this is he. - Yeah, this is, um-- this is Larry David.
- Hi, Larry! - Hey!
- As often as I can. - Really?
You see the clear outline of the penis-- very unpleasant.
You're gonna go in there, you're gonna go to the right,
The men-- gentle, respectful.
Okay, you must be Mr. Dancer.
I eschewed the tongs deliberately
which we sort of provide there on the plate,
- What are you making? - Sandwiches, baby.