Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm 19.
What condition? Your only condition is that you are a stupid crazy girl.
- You're breaking my arm. - Lana.
Truckasaurus. Ha, ha!
- Gravlax? - Thanks, no. I'm allergic to cat piss.
See? Just look at this bathroom. I kinda like it.
- I can make you feel like you are. - Mm.
Kenneth? - Turn off. Turn off. Turn off.
Now, good night, and good...
so, Cyril. Take Sterling's gun...
- I think he's already being regaled. Meatballs!
Uta.
- Still gross. - And such rudeness.
I can't believe they fell for that.
There, there. Let that calcium citrate seep into your bones.
Why are you so immature?
- But it doesn't just fist. Tell him. - Pam!
One more dead body in here that bitch Trudy Beekman will have me back in front of the co-op board
- Excuse me. - Yeah, sorry, don't mind me.
- Coming right out. - Hurry it up. All I've had today is, like...
But what I have seen...
And I don't want another one of your sullen whores using my medicine cabinet...
- Do you mind? It's the caterer. Right. Okay, sure.
- Uta, get dressed, we work tonight. But Mani, what about The Fantasticks?
try to explain this little barbecue to the co-op board.
Hello? - Hello?
- Are you sure she has the right plate? - Pretty sure.
the local Zambezi tribesmen called human flesh...
- Oh, Uta. - What? I am pretty sure.
Think of it as a team-building exercise.
- Ugh. - He can have carob.
- Very kind of you, ma'am. Shut up.