Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Uh, you-- -Did you tell Tom to fuck off yet?

There is nothing up with Clark.

I apologize. I think this is my fault.

[siren wailing]

-Eff off. Respectfully. -That's a bit rude.

I did cocaine three times last week.

♪ Why are we always stuck… ♪ -Skittles!

from an E to an A to sound more interesting.

Uh-- Th-- Okay.

Tom probably programmed it to respond to some other name or something.

Clark could be my Sasquatch.

-♪ The bullets… ♪ -You in these trees?

Clark was glowing.

You're a pile of shit, Tom.

You know, uh… 'Cause-- Only 'cause you brought it up, I was…

♪ Will we… ♪

[voice fading] That's sort of, kinda, the crux of what I'm getting at,

-I don't think I'm pining. -Yeah, you are. You're pining.

We're getting off topic here. Do you or do you not glow?

-Not to my knowledge, no. -Boom! See?

-Like how so? -Uh…

It's based on a French movie about a French woman named Amélie

-It doesn't matter, it's not true! -It is true.

What we do is we salt it, or we air chill it, or both, and sometimes…

Oh my gosh. Stay still. Don't move.

It's your name here. I have to call you Frisbee 'cause you look

Like… from the inside. You know, this bright but soothing light.

I wanna apologize.

Uh, I will have the tuna tartare,

Oh, I don't know. There's some fun stuff in here. There's, like, a crouton.