Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Then you sprinkle it really liberally with salt

I have to fill this out.

-Right. -Right.

-Trim. -A trim?

when one door closes, it, um... also opens.

by security guards?

H-H-Hold on, dude.

And what if she gets it?

I doubt she wants my advice.

And Sam's actually in there.

All right, all right, small tent.

-Yeah, well... -I only think you think that

You know? 'Cause, like, is it a friend thing?

Right? I had an eye patch for a month.

Aw, you never let me have my way with your locks.

It's Boss Baby. The baby's the boss.

Huh. Yeah, I guess I'll have to figure my own thing out.

-Okay, you just made it weird. -Yeah, stop being so weird, Bob.

But seeing as I haven't heard from her,

I'll eat two for me.

'Cause then you go to jail.

Tell her she needs to stay with me longer.

I... hope it's nothing like that. She, um...

Well, you haven't written anything new?

Girl, a bus ride and a job interview are not risks.

Yeah, take those chicken legs back where they belong,

but I was still recognized, all right?

and that chicken will say everything better

I'm gonna go roast a chicken.

Yeah, he's read everything I've already written.

Just shoot me a text, and I'll, I'll tell you when and where.

-I'm having a good time, too. -Nice.

-She'll be here in a sec. -Hold on, dude, I'm dealing with this stupid townie.