Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This isn't a race.

Smell me. Just... Here. Seriously, smell me.

I can't outrace anything.

And see Coney Island. I've still never been.

I had nothing to prove. Absolutely nothing.

And not a single passenger would listen to me.

Just to make sure, I'm gonna pee on this again.

When Marshall and Lily decided to have a baby, they assumed it would happen right away.

Take the F.D.R. and maybe crank up some smooth jazz.

I... I'm trying to be really, um, confident and positive about all this...

Puffy cheeks. Smudged mascara.

[Conductor On P. A: Muffled, Indistinct]

- Smell me. - [Sniffs]

- Oh, my God! - Oh, wow.

I mean, there's no way to find out who's right anyway.

Sure. Stand a little more this way.

- [Sighs] - You've had a rough year.

## [Man Vocalizing: Folk]

So long, sucker! Ha, ha, ha!

I can beat a bus or a cab or a train.