Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(grunts)
Act like everything's fine.
Okie-dokie. Want me to grab you some mini carrots and hummus?
was sold for scrap.
Shh.
in the clothes of the living.
for introducing me to the look of the street.
The right music, the right influencers,
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Never! Before I discovered streetwear,
The uncool!
These shoes are trash. I want my money back.
as much as I love myself, so I made another me:
BART: Wait, what?
How do they survive?
I know I'm not exactly Stefan Urquelle,
because the definition is both arbitrary
(gasps) I look...
Son, I got you this apology card.
I love you, too... me.
about what you spent your stimulus check on.
(whimpers, sniffles)
Stop dressing your zombie friends up
Men our age
The 72-month subscription plan--
You must really want those pants
I know you. You're the voice
That's-that's my blood.
Dads, halt. Let my shorty speak.
I've never wanted a piece of clothing before
Uh, it's-it's barely noticeable.
I hate them!
Your words have convinced me.