Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know who'd be great? BoJack Horseman.

This show came to me when I was in rehab.

to stick our dicks in this script and go balls deep into the universe.

[sighs] You see, this is why I don't go out amongst the not-famouses.

It's a box, with crinkly tissue paper inside it!

- It's just called "agent", Marv, agent. - Okay, okay!

That's my name.

But I'm 33 years old, and I want to have a family by the time I'm 40.

[laughs] Our only note? No notes.

So she kissed a girl, huh?

Caring leads to disappointment? Trying is stupid and so is having dreams?

- Something that lasts. - Huh.

- Uh... - I'm filthy.

- Nah. Timing's really off right now. - [sighs]

♪ That show stumbled hard right out the starting gate ♪

- Whichever one you were in. - Do you know which one?

Now go pick up a pair of satin crotchless undies.

[doorbell rings]

- I know. - I really think you're making a mistake.

I'll be there the whole time, laughing and cheering louder than anyone.

I've wasted too much time waiting for things to happen.

I can't promise everyone will love this show.

- Okay, let's go flash mob. - Whoo! Flash mobs.

We were like Heidi and Spencer up in there.

How did you know?

I haven't felt this alive since the head of the Charles Regatta.