Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I know they're not real. [ Chuckles ]
But, uh, since we're free for the afternoon,
He-- Hey, wait. Don't eat --
in there last second, but I'm pretty sure
"You're gonna have sex with your own momma."
Now let's cut her chains and get the hell outta here.
telling you to do the thing it didn't want you to do
You son of a bitch!
Ma'am, is it possible we're being given a chance
the same way Margaret Howe did when she jerked off
and begin every morning by dragging my perfect vagina
Thank you, but if that thing says
Its stomach is stripping randomness from spacetime
Fortune cookies aren't legitimate, right?
on Earth, you're sorely mistaken.
Let's go deeper.
15 years ago, I was living in my parents' garage,
Jerry, I'm gonna tell you something
You piece of shit, you killed my friends.
Let's take it in a way that ends with us having it.
What?! Jesus, Jerry, come on.
Oh!
I'm -- I'm sorry I did that.
I'm not unpacking that. [ Horn honks ]
holy shit imma be on dancin wit da starZzzZ
Jerry, are you fucking peeking?
She's free! Run!
The fortune didn't say she'd be alive, did it?
What? No. Break the laws. They shouldn't exist anyway.
Your friends picked me up in a limousine.
[ Whirring, beep ]
Mom! Hi, Jerry.
Run, my beauty!
Sleepy Gary ruined my gag reflex,
♪♪
[ Groans ]
I'm glad you're happy;
This place is run by Cookie Monster.
But it has its digestive disorder.
Fine! Can I just tell you which box I would put my penis in?
to the people who come to the zoo?
You could see it in his face.
Just ask me.
How dare you?!
No!
And now I'm emptying your bank accounts
unless -- I mean, do the zebras shop in here?
[ Chuckles ] Wow. I am embarrassed.