Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm so sorry I slammed you in the gut. Jeez, that's how Houdini died.
I were saying, we all make shit, so, what we should do is unionize.
- Lana! What's going on?
- Do we take the drones for granted? - No. No, no, Lana.
you're butting in that big, fat, strong...
Ow, ow, ow!
- Wait a second. Damn it, we don't have a second.
Let's assume we can't access the palace through that same skylight.
Just one of like, two dozen equally appalling videos on your website.
Yeah. I'll get the raise I deserve.
- Wow. - I'm sorry, you were saying?
I don't know Pam, but could you lower your voice?
- What? - Lana did that.
that didn't involve homeless people.
Don't just stand there, idiots. - Yeah, come on. Get them out of there.
Well, perhaps a lesser Caesar.
you know they're exploiting us.
Mother. Oh, my God, we've been spotted they're shooting at us. Oh, my...
- I know. But you make shit. - Hey, I'm doing pretty well, thank you.
- Then you can buy Lana a big-boy ring. - She'll promptly agree to marry me.
No, wait, uh-uh. Don't listen to the makes-her-own-tampons person.
The last thing you hear me say is, "Oh, my God, they're shooting at us"...
Jesus. Okay, strike's over, everybody.
- Yeah. - And no matter which way I turn...
And on top of that suck-salad...
So who's with me on that picket line?
- Krieger, this is not the time for this. - It is exactly the time.
Don't think these goggles were properly calibrated.
- Oh... - About 15 freaking beers...
- Mother. - Hmm? Oh, uh...
Mother! You can have your lousy...
- Thank you, Pam. Now look, Lana... - Baby, "Take Charge" Cyril...