Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Better question: Why am I still getting the L.A. Gazette?
-Okay, your turn, truth or dare. -Truth.
or told you that you reminded him of his dead girlfriend?
Like an art piece that resists interpretation.
-What's Cabracadabra? -That's what we want you to say.
-We are about to pitch you an idea. -I did not know better.
Oh, God.
or have a skull face or be wearing a tattered white satin gown.
[imitating partition whirring]
So you don't feel any guilt about your tryst with Emily?
-[groaning] Well, that worked. -Okay, we're done. I'll see you tomorrow.
No, not murderous robots. Women.
-Okay, what is going on here? -Why would you? I don't even--
with a robust arts section.
-[voices overlapping] -[groaning]
-Uh, what would we be talking about? -Yeah, BoJack.
If I didn't know any better, you were about to pitch an idea.
no creepy men drivers because there are no men drivers at all?
-Oh, okay. -You should buy me out of the company.
about watching a person be herself.
and I know this thing works better if we keep a little distance.
-You should go. -Yeah.
-What are you still doing up? -I got thirsty.
I gotta drive all the way home to get it.
Yeah, but I don't like feeling like I have to, Roxy.
I pulled into a 76.
-You don't remember BoJack? -Oh, yeah. BoJack.
I don't understand.
and don't harass the passenger.
What? Why would that be weird?
Intimate, almost.
-So then we had sex. -What? Why?
The light bulb has to want to change.
I'm not throwing a tantrum-- Why are we having sex in my car?
-I don't know that joke. -That's it. That's the whole joke.
[groaning]
Giant Todd Head, of course.
does it take to screw in a light bulb? The answer is just one,
The universe is a wild beast.
"Hello, old turtle. Are you Secretariat? No? You're just some old turtle?
We do have an infestation, of Todds. Look at that, they're getting bigger.
Laugh your life away. I can laugh, too.
Driver, you're starting to make me feel uncomfortable.
for "What Is Going On?"
Thanks. You've given me a lot to think about.
I made a giant papier-mâché Todd head to scare it away. Think it'll work?
When I looked at the mirror ad, I was seeing me as I see myself
jostled me from tender slumber
Listen, I've been with guys like you before,
Let me tell you something about the L.A. Gazette.
-We have a situation, sir. -Talk to me.