Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hello? Hello? Hey, Charlie. Did anybody else hear?
Okay, I've heard myself on tape, and I sound nothing like that.
- I have another idea. - I'm sorry, idea time is over.
- Sure. - Ooh! I have an idea.
Ooh, is Daddy getting angry?
Rach, they're announcing the numbers!
- You don't want to win the lottery? - Uh, sure I do.
I, uh, didn't wish we would win the lottery. I wished you'd get the job.
Just give them to me, and I'll split them up!
- I don't know. I'll probably just invest it. - Ooh. Calm down.
- Can you believe it? Nobody won. - Um, I beg to differ.
- What about the ones on the nightstand? - There are no tickets there.
And here we go. The Powerball is seven.
Well, it's not all mine. We all get 50 cents.
- Even these five that I hid in my bra. - Monica!
Let me finish.
And I'm not too mature. Farts, boobies, butt cracks!
But out of 15 interns, they're only hiring three.
Don't tell Monica. She'll rip your heart out.
...doesn't mean we don't like to play with the carcasses.
You won't let me buy the Knicks? I can't believe you're taking this away.
Well, you wouldn't, but we own the paper. We can print whatever we want.
she's gonna be a scientist!
Maybe I'll drive you up there. I'd like to buy some tickets myself.
Do not come any closer!
They're all in there.
There is no way I was gonna dump this...
All right. Okay. Okay. Gleba Gleba. Gleba. Gleba!