Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yes.
My one solid food a day.
and you ruined what was supposed to be
See, I can make race jokes, too.
What would make you love it?
The dream team.
don't we need a picture of me for the book flap?
I didn't.
Wow. Look who turns into Chris Rock when he's hungry.
It's killing all of us... you smell like a hamster cage.
Oh, it's my friend the gazelle.
The camera does not lie.
you can't see the sad truth about yourself
At first I thought you were crazy for being so picky,
Step one: select the perfect bun.
Like being wrapped in bacon, sitting on a donut.
In fact, tell whoever gave you that hickey
How'd you get out of the tent?
I couldn't; Oscar's the writer.
It's pleasant, or is it safe?
Yes, you were born.
of unconditional emotional support.
"It was down to the final stretch.
It's funny, you live in denial for so long,
Murph, the reason the publishers keep asking me to write
Structure's good. Okay.
What about it?
Like day-old bread makes great croutons,
I didn't dig.
Oscar, you could have killed someone.
It doesn't shy away from attention, but it knows
(loudly): shut up?!
Oh, yeah, he does work fast.
Oh, sure.
I'd like to ask everyone to take a knee.
He even threw my notebook in the trash.
It's the kind of bun that's comfortable at a bar, or a Bar Mitzvah.
"No touching."
Emily, can I get a drink here?
You know what?
What?