Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Andy.
...the doctor I've chosen, that in your flat stomach...
No magical "weed only" sign at the entrance.
However, this is gorgeous.
They're gonna slice out your corneas, your kidneys, your lungs.
...just to confirm that you had one.
-You're back. She's back. -Yeah.
Life is cheap. People die, and people have babies.
Hello?
-Excuse me? -Celia.
-You're full of shit. -Ask her yourself.
Yeah, listen, I'm broke and she's my ex...
Not the whole, "let's go for a drive, and then we'll pull over and I'll shoot you."
-You're just an idiot. You know that? -What?
-Please let me sleep. -No.
-Thanks for ruining it for me. -Don't worry, there's two.
It's so simple and yet so delicious.
At least until she pops and then we flee to Denmark.
I don't know.
Every day they're having babies.
You are supposed to wipe from front to back.
-No one? -And I'm in the Z's.
Hello?
-One, two, three. -Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm back.