Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

for a scorched soy porterhouse pork four-courser at Koi?
I know this must be painful for you.
-to constantly have your guard up. -[wolf whistle]
Why are you carrying that thin hard book?
BoJack, maybe we should stop.
Uh-uh. You picked the wrong shopaholic to mess with.
-[gavel banging] -The ayes have it.
I just think this is what happens when you give women guns.
I am the heiress to the Sugarman Sugarcube Company.
Well, I step into my pants one leg at a time,
I don't want to have a relationship lying to each other.
Not geographically, dipshit. What's the location?
We should probably lose the movie theater shootout.
-[smooches] -[sighs]
I had to get a ride home with the pianist
-Who, me? Or BoJack? -You look just like him.
Oh, my God. Code red, code red!
Okay. Thank you.
-Not that. I mean... -Shh! Here they come. Gladys, hit it!
In that case, I got good news and I got bad news.
Walnut Springs! I knew there was a W in there. Bye!
[theme music playing]
getting in the way of us telling stories that glamorize gun violence.
-I lied again. My mom's not dead. -Stop lying to me!
-You know him? -I think I'd know my own son, wouldn't I?
-[sighs] -[ringing]
and assume I'm doing fine.
-[Hollyhock] Math will never be fun. -[clicking]
-Well, I guess that's it, then. Bye, Mom! -Huh?
We tried to call you, but the number you gave us
at a certain time of the month, if you know what I mean.
Okay, who are they? Do you have their number?
Or as I call them, "Diane-igans." All right, be safe.
[Audie Cornish] For Thursday, October 12, this is All Rings Considered.
she has her own private room with a nice view,
-Hello? -Diane!
[sighs] There was so much more I wanted to say to him.
-Tell your story walking. -...the...