Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"It Does Smell Vaguely Poisonous."
six gummy bears and some Scotch.
so absolutely nothing can go wrong.
Ugh. The Organization of Douche bags In... In...
to kill Torvald Utne. - Okay. And the second?
- Why? - I think there's, like, a racial component.
Then I throw myself in front of Utne, shielding him with my supple body...
Yeah, she so totally does.
she probably never had time to learn to drive.
No one is bringing a date, so don't you bring a date.
Do you not even skim the briefings in your inbox?
The local Zambezi tribesman called human flesh "long pig". Never much cared for it.
Don't use this. She switches all the labels on her medicine.
Now then. We want this to look like a classic hooker-murder-suicide...
- And what is this we're eating? - It smells vaguely poisonous.
Woodhouse. What are you doing? - Uh, sitting down, sir.
Take his mind off Lana's huge, Johnny Benchian fingers.
- Hooray. Dig in. Wow.
- Yes... The what? - I call him Fister Roboto.
Nyet. Under no circumstances are you to harm the hostess. Who, um...
God, Cyril, would you go?
- First time I've heard you complain. - Hi-ho! Ha, ha.