Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sex under a hive of Africanized bees?
On purpose. Exactly. The gun just went off.
Oh, and your sauce needs less salt. How can you--?
They're not Japanese. Neutral.
Hi, I'm-- Italian, huh? Well, that's a coincidence.
I'm gonna go out on a limb and assume it had something to do with that.
We'd made plans to meet here...
I mean, indubitably, lieutenant.
Not what it means. Still pretty gross, though.
Krieger? What about the rest of us?
From the left, dear. One serves from the left.
So much of this I never wanna know the answer to.
Look. You look.
Still pretty gross, though.
Well, apart from this sullen wench murdering good etiquette-- Ow!
Yes, I know dear, I was there.
But ever since then, once a year, he'd slip away...
Especially this year, as we had more than the usual medical bills.
Aah!
Yes, Krieger. Why?
Ew. Now I'm done.
We'll smash the furniture like he was chasing you around all rape-y.
Well, I should say it is, Calpurnia.
Ooh, I bet it's that wicked king. So? Why'd Krieger drag us into it?
Savio was in town to give a speech at the U.N.
Why not?
Okay. Okay. I-- Okay.
I assume to let the stink of cabbage waft through the halls, but--
...into seven different trash cans in three different boroughs.