Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I did not invite The Todd.
Baby, all your ring tones are bachata music.
and lying in the foetal position, I still managed to memorize
Sir, what race would you say this baby is?
you two ought to think about having a crazy-off.
Just a matter of time before they rope me in.
It's like this ammonia is seeping into my brain and making me violent
Oh, my God.
Who are you?
Then again, I am the new hospital geneticist.
that used to work here named Laverne.
What the hell you looking at?
They think she's black, not half-black, half-Latina.
I'm talking about the little foam packaging peanuts.
But once you've heard it a few times, you're gonna love it.
Good.
You know, you're gonna miss me more than I miss you.
What are you listening to?
Okay. Snoop Dogg Attending.
Elliot won't let you get away with it.
oops you know thats right
it makes me happy.
they only see your little African princess.
And now a gentle throat clear to let them know I'm ready to speak.
- Who the hell is that? - It's Skip, the gynaecologist.
I'll actually do my job for a day.
Alone for the weekend.
even someone with their ear to your door can't hear it when you foofy.
He didn't invent peanuts. He just thought up uses for them.
And then Mommy will sing you a lullaby