Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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