Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[groans] ...good night.

-Here you go. Come on. You're all right. -[groans]

[EMT] We have to pump her stomach.

♪ Maybe we need ♪

She's still in surgery. The doctors say all we can do is wait.

Oh, you want me to be the little spoon?

But I have to be the worry-wart.

♪ Oh, piece by piece And now I'm fucked ♪

Yeah, just a bit.

Now all she talks about is Irish butter.

[pop music playing]

It was only a seven-hour drive.

Remember when we tried to sneak in last year?

Bertie, do you have enough mustard to fill a bath tub?

-♪ La la la la... ♪ -♪ What a treat, my week is so sweet ♪

Just a guy! And I'm ready to have fun. [chuckles]

♪ Is this the end? ♪

Then how did you find out?

He's the first chef to steal all his recipes from his grandma.

Way more useful than the other holes I've put in this building.

Hour three, I was all, "Yep, this is definitely weird."

Shut up, computer. Don't tell me how to doink!

[gasps] The grand hall.

-Why didn't he call it the boint? -[scoffs]

-Are you alive? -[groaning] What?

Ooh! Never mind, I'll just drink the whole bottle.

Oh, God! [groans]

[Tallulah] Don't you worry, sweetie.

Some have asked, why bring them together?

Who even are you?

Are you mad at me?

-You dear, delicate, little fool. -[door opens]

[man] Boxer versus raptor, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na!