Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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