Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

At night, I open the window And ask the moon to come
Me, I've got a more unorthodox skill set.
Shot happens We know that
Where the hell is she? Where is she?
I need to change my sheets.
Et cetera, et cetera.
Hey, lady.
Do you think I'm that shallow? Do you really think I am that shallow?
Fucker had me hit with three citations in the first six months alone.
- But I got the kids to take care of. - You don't have the kids. I got the kids.
We're all right. Okay.
Yeah, you got Donnie.
Maybe for like a percentage of some kind.
Wait, what is that supposed to mean?
Everybody has at least one, so no excuses.
No-nonsense advice from the guy who's seen it all."
No, Lotte, it wasn't a good feeling.
Any subject, any time. I mean, these people were available.
- Ladies, enjoy. - Oh, thanks. Thank you.
... and homeowners' associations and greedy, beauty-queen ex-wives.
What about you, Ray? Have you considered your winning tool?
I'm going to be a millionaire.
Oh, God.
So did you have any luck with this?
... the headwaters of a river of failure.
- He's just a friend. - Come on, Darb.
What an asshole!
Before we can help you with your dream, we have to know what it is.
- Where the hell have you been? - Oh, my God!
- Let's go. Let's go. - Go on, get them, Donovan.
Just put up some screens, get the ball to Donovan. You'll do great.
The patchouli oil alone should have sent me running.
I've been really concerned about you.
- I'm gonna be a millionaire. - No, no, no.
- Why are you showing me this? - That's my ad.
- You didn't let it lapse again, did you? - No. I mean, sort of.
A croissant folded around Maya Angelou's "Phenomenal Woman," for example.
Say, I'm having a little open house on Saturday.
- He's a turd. You know he's a turd. - He loves me, Ray.
Now you're just hung!
It's a gluten-free Neruda cranberry walnut bread.
Tanya.
Just go out there and kick some ass, Mike. Go.