Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[female voice] The year is 2126.

we're gonna chop your rotten dick off.

What sort of space ship would enter a vagina without consent?

That's why I'm wearing pants.

but that one seems like it really happened.

by getting a vasectomy.

Every person on this team is equally important.

-I'm just here for the buffet. -Okay.

♪ Astronomical ♪

How about... Andrew?

Well, Mrs. Birch's birth control was robbing her of her natural moisture.

Is there some sort of skit that we can watch

♪ I been told he can't be sold ♪

Your mother and I, now married, were ready to start a family.

♪ Groove is in the heart ♪

Hi Leah, I'm the pill.

PLANNED PARENTHOOD

-Yeah. -Michael Villareal? Hello.

I don't want a baby or a tuna melt.

That's what I was hoping you weren't gonna do!

but I'm going to choose...

and he calls it an abortion factory.

while we both make searing eye contact with Missy?

Yeah, especially the whole nightmare scenario of you making out with Lola.

You know, you're 50 years old.

Okay, now scan the sample for abnormal cells.

-Oh! -Babe, babe, baby...

I don't understand.

-The biggest stars in the country. -So the dogs were movie stars.

but obviously if that's not enough,

and stick your dick in a waffle maker,

You're both such amazing spatulas,

[Nick] Dad, are you on a bunch of painkillers for your surgery?

-Any questions? -Nick Birch, row three.

a trace amount of feces will always remain.

-Help me! -[Marty] Andrew!

To say I'm eager to please is an understatement.

Really? You do?