Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

when we tell you our stories.

[breathless gasp] Whoa...

Mom, do you really not know who I am? Me, famous BoJack?

-and I can sleep on the couch. Right? -[groans]

- but I'm afraid you were mis... guided. -[gun cocks]

All the ladies are getting concealed carry permits.

But now, she's gonna die

But if they already do feel unsafe,

BoJack, what happened to the fudgesicles I bought?

Oh, it's gonna be great! I can't wait to see the look on her face.

Maybe I could put something in that sweet mouth of yours

to put the power in my own hands.

-Guys, sharing is caring! -[grunts]

Hush, Henrietta. That's my son on the television.

You're not being paid for polite conversation.

born fully formed from the ass of Satan.

Yup, she sure remembers all the important people.

Can't keep getting caught off guard.

-You know I hate guns, right? -I know.

All this time you thought I was just another damsel in distress,

I'm tired of trying to help men understand

-You have no idea... -Yes. I have no idea?

-Why would I... -You know Courtney Portnoy.

Like, what are we doing sitting in a conference room?

You can do anything if you believe in yourself.

I wouldn't want to be around one of those ladies

-Hi, Mom. -Do I know you?

you gotta worry about!

You always could play the fool, BoJack.

-Okay... -Then after the show,

You want to watch another Horsin' Around episode?

then my trouser-maidens lift the legs simultaneously to avoid wrinklage.

I thought that was gonna go the other way.

In parking garages, walking the street, even at work.

I wonder if there's a way to make math fun.