Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and guess what he's gonna get for his next birthday.

Would you call that a fish taco?

[Videotape clicks, whirs]

[Pen scratching]

Uh, that receptionist of yours...

[Knock on cubicle]

Marion, do you think that's me?

Well, I think he was scared at how you'd take it.

[Camera shutter clicking]

[Static hisses]

[Breathes deeply]

Yeah. So, what do you think about that?

I told him he could go to Hell

down in Satellite Beach.

Stop waving that thing at me.

Did you get the mayonnaise?

[Telephone rings]

You hit it with enough sunlight...

[Bluetooth beeps]

[Both shouting indistinctly]

Did everybody just all decide to stop taking it?

Yeah, no, not really.

and up you popped, big as day.

Put that down, Marion.

[Metal crunches]

Fring's in the ground.

[Siren wails in distance]

I don't -- I don't want anything.

[Watches rattling]

"He didn't suffer."

[Music stops, tape clicks]

Was it in your possession?

And this? This is some bullshit.

Who cares? C'mon, c'mon...

[Indistinct conversations]

And me on the telephone for hours, long distance,

[Rain pounding]

You think? Yep.

* Happy birthday to you

[Breathes deeply]