Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Employee sucks ass at it. Strongly agree.
Why don't you have to do it? Well, I would...
It's just like my birthday party all over again.
And if you want to keep those teeth, missy, you won't suck them at me.
She said, oversimplifyingly. Wha--?
And since there's only one name on this list, you must be Ms. Archer...
I honestly don't know, but why are you doing that?
Oh, my God, not in my face!
You have wildly underestimated my liver's ability to metabolize toxins
No!
And your little, whatever, gay innuendos don't even merit a--
Item seven:
You dick. To fund our life together, dude.
He's a kickass agent, a great wingman...
...after I paid him to get his teeth drilled to match my dental records.
I know. Dude, I know. Thank you.
Can we have the radio?
You all remember Lucas Troy.
Told him when he bought it.
Predator only hunts in tropical jungles.
Well, you would know.
The voice mailbox of...
We gotta catch him. But then what?
Why, is it pumpkin season? Is that a thing?
I'll be somewhere in or on top of my building...
Gavin, I will hire Kenny Loggins to come here and play an acoustic set while I slap some sense into you
That can't possibly be your only regret.
Ms. Archer's pissed cause a bunch of guns and stuff keep going missing.
What? Boom!
Jesus, the dentist. God damn, dude.
I assume. And desperately hope.
Luke, if you really do love me... You know I do.
Lana, I will hire Kenny Loggins to come here...
For the name? Twin Oaks.