Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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