Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- It's too bad you can't have any because you ruined my painting!

Ha, ha, ha! Oh, and these aren't shotguns,

- Well, this day just took a turn.

That's right. I've been talking this whole time.

- Of course, I fucking rang.

- I smell what you're dealing, and I like it.

- Wow, Sylvester Stallone, I never thought of it that way.

- Now, Phil, Dr. Sarner said

- Hey, Korvo. Sorry I roundhouse kicked you in the head.

You're not a special kid!

they're candy cannons!

- And The Animal. Oh, and The Hot Chick.

- That's even worse! Come on!

- Are you sure?

Someone has to do something, and soon, or we're all--

- Cooke, what's wrong with you?

- We could use the Psyche Ray to get inside their heads.

If I get caught cooking beans and eggs on school grounds again, I'll lose my job.

[growling] Holy fuck, tunnel gators!

- Hi, Terry! - Oh, hells no.

The Kaley Cuoco of whites.

Look what they've done to us.

- What's an accent ceiling?

- We get it now. Jazz made us totally get it.

Th-there was nothing I could do!

The apple of their eye? The star of their spin-off?