Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wait, wait, wait.
Laney Fontaine.
-...all... -(grunts)
I never should've told her to go.
This looks airtight.
I ordered Moe's mail-order bride.
(with no accent): Fine. I'll find another man
Wait. What did he do to us?
No. (sobs, gasps)
Let me just go, uh, get some space cigarettes
Follow your dreams.
Only good will come of you.
Maybe I should learn Russian.
I'm gonna dunk your phone
It doesn't matter. Let's do this!
Delivery for Dr. Ima Buttface.
And now the signing
to acquire some military-grade mischief makers?
D'oh!
What the hell's a whiskey sour?
Beer...
And this is how I find out, huh? By you telling me in person?
Haw-haw! You're an enabler!