Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's all right. They were able to contain the fire.

Excuse me. Is this "Unleash Your Inner Entrepreneur"?

You were beautiful and athletic...

"Ed, my kid's on dope. What do I do?"

So this pregnant lady steps into my office.

One more D in Chemistry, Kuzneski's ass is on the bench.

Is what my thing?

- Put the fucking tulips back. - Fuck off, Ray. They're my bulbs.

What would I tell them if they saw me now? That I'm not to blame? It's not my fault?

Anybody seen my daughter?

Yeah. That and this fire thing.

You know, if you want my opinion, it's this ad or persona or whatever.

Now I see why. Look at your house. My God.

So, what's the point I'm trying to make here?

Wait, this Friday? No, I got a game.

What is your winning tool?

Of course we do.

A homecoming, cheerleading, stupid-ass beauty queen.

...and keep on going. Damn the torpedoes.

Clearly, I was stupid enough to have completely bought into it.

No, I'm not getting at that.

What did I give you a cell phone for, huh?

Okay, I didn't actually say that.

No, you're right. Better safe than sorry.

Good. Nice, Makoski, nice.

...because of your big penis, then all I feel is sorry for you.

Come on. Let's do it.

And it all starts right here in Detroit...

Or a raisin loaf with Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken" swirled in.

I'm not in the mood to pitch tonight, Floyd...

You do a side gig. Used to be stocks...

What did we agree on? You always keep the ringer on.

... but somehow I couldn't get the idea out of my head.

Shit happens. We know that.

What do you mean, you changed your mind?

...to tide me over. - Right.

Something that helps you get that very special job done.