Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

from a guy who looks like he gets his hair cut by a children's barber.

I've never snuck out before. I'm so down.

All right! Tat me up, brother!

If she's like you, I'm stoked to have her in my new gang. [laughs]

Sharon, we're not mother and daughter.

You cannot go to a tattoo parlor in the middle of the night! It's not safe!

but that's the kinda sacrifice that Dr. Peters expects from us.

Well, there's drama here too.

Yo! I drank a whole Slurpee on the way over, and I gotta wazz!

and get bullied by your ancient eyebrow-threading lady.

I was just making a wish on that shooting star.

Devi felt ashamed of herself for feeling so threatened before.

It's inviting me to make an appointment with his facialist, Gabrielle.

'cause you've been working really, really hard?

[tsks] Yup, I got it. I'll be there shortly.

Who isn't? I'm such a Rosé!

And feel my hand. See how cold it is?

I thought all the schlubs might be gone by now,

-[door opens] -[Malcolm] So check it out.

-[slams door] -Yup. Well, see you around.

Dr. Jackson. He put me on his mailing list.