Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[tense music plays]
[Doug yells]
but the more your dad kept pressing that button,
Oh my God. No!
the more they all went to shit.
You mean there's a timeline where I didn't get the dolphin surgery
[suspenseful music plays]
[Myc] And he got a horse penis transplant and his dick is better than ever?
[dramatic music plays]
-Oh, shit. -[Alpha-Beta] No, no, no!
Oh, a poster.
I'm sorry for everything, kiddo.
It all began years ago in college at Harvard. Tap, tap.
[dramatic music plays]
J.R., in front of you! Look out!
Jesus, there is nothing my dad can't ruin. This is what you guys wanted, right?
Uh, I thought I was gonna get medical advice.
[chuckles] No, you don't.
The thing about his dick too.
[mysterious music plays]
-[all gasp] -[Gigi] Oh, Lord!
[all cough]
But if not, good luck, Brett.
And I almost bent the knee to the goddamn Russkies.
You think you remember it
Wait, you had those the whole time? I'm literally missing an arm.
Lin-Manuel, start rapping about how much you suck.
More like Doc McStuffed with satanic messages!
No!
It was nice to finally have a team.
Give me some sugar, Dolores.
And I was the world's preeminent puppeteer.
No one has seen Rand for days.
[J.R.] I'm intrigued, but isn't that a little creepy?
I told you, this beer is for the Harvard Lampoon!