Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So this pregnant lady steps into my office.
Of course we do.
So, what's the point I'm trying to make here?
What is your winning tool?
What would I tell them if they saw me now? That I'm not to blame? It's not my fault?
...and keep on going. Damn the torpedoes.
All right.
I'm not in the mood to pitch tonight, Floyd...
Something that helps you get that very special job done.
You do a side gig. Used to be stocks...
No, I'm not getting at that.
Hello?
What do you mean, you changed your mind?
It's all right. They were able to contain the fire.
Now I see why. Look at your house. My God.
Drecker.
You know, if you want my opinion, it's this ad or persona or whatever.
You were beautiful and athletic...
No, you're right. Better safe than sorry.
...to tide me over. - Right.
Or a raisin loaf with Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken" swirled in.
One more D in Chemistry, Kuzneski's ass is on the bench.
What did we agree on? You always keep the ringer on.
Wait, this Friday? No, I got a game.
Let's go.
Clearly, I was stupid enough to have completely bought into it.
All right?
... but somehow I couldn't get the idea out of my head.
Of your face.
Shit happens. We know that.
...because of your big penis, then all I feel is sorry for you.
A homecoming, cheerleading, stupid-ass beauty queen.
Yeah. That and this fire thing.
Okay, I didn't actually say that.
- Put the fucking tulips back. - Fuck off, Ray. They're my bulbs.
What did I give you a cell phone for, huh?
Excuse me. Is this "Unleash Your Inner Entrepreneur"?
Hi, Lotte.
Come on. Let's do it.
Is what my thing?
"Ed, my kid's on dope. What do I do?"
Good. Nice, Makoski, nice.
And it all starts right here in Detroit...
Anybody seen my daughter?