Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

that I always book for extra comfort.

perfectly adequate Mr. Peanutbutter?

You did nothing illegal, and even the not illegal thing, you didn't even do.

Oh, my God, it's an eight-way tie!

Manual labor featuring me is just not a fruitful collab.

Is this a Mr. BoJack Horseman?

-Sounds like a good compromise. -Yeah?

So how could you not see the way that she follows him across the restaurant

Meanwhile, you are always--

-Let me just have this one night.

Goodbye, Joey Pogo.

has been such a good friend and chill hang,

I just keep thinking about Pickles and Pogo.

I wish I didn't, but my stupid brain kept thinking.

The point of the small plates

No. They can't get me on old shit. I'm a different person now.

I'm thrilled to report our return from a prolonged New Mexican exodus.

and I'll be stuck bickering with you until the day I die!

But no matter how many starts I get, there's always the same ending.

It's cooking now. Smell that sizzle?

That's right. Poor BoJack, that's the angle!

-More-more or more-less? -Uh...

All right. JoPo... go, why don't you start on those dishes?

-What? No one cares about that. -Yeah, the pic's not the problem.

- Speech! -No, I-- Okay, okay, okay!

And we'll plan the wedding... when I get back?

Can I get an announcement drumroll, please?

-You just abandoned her? -No, I--

Paige, please! At the rate we're going,

I'm lazy? Aren't you supposed to be washing dishes?

Yeah, sunk cost.