Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Stop picketing the cleaners!

Oh, baby. What happened to you?

- She's not in here. - Well, why are you in here?

called the element of surprise?

I predicted this. It's curry fury.

You can't stay in there forever.

What's my father ever done that's so great?

Those monies will go to medical care for the palace guards they poisoned.

- The important thing is, they're loaded. - Just shitfaced.

- Let me see. How about now? Anything? - No.

Wha...? When have I ever been blabby?

Lana! - Will somebody please do something?

- Unless it involves night-shoveling. - Well, I want that diamond.

- For food, that is. Heh-heh. - Ugh.

No, no, no. That is utterly unacceptable.

On the raft? With the vest?

And we'll see who's smirking...

- Oh, my God. - Ha, ha!

What shade is that? Crack Whore Red?

And then I shove his hawk face right into her big brown boobs...

I didn't invent the turtleneck, Lana.

- Say it. Say it! - Ugh.

The Tactleneck.

No, hold that line. We deserve a raise...

I'm saving Lana. As usual. Hey, shut up.

- But... Oh, God, Pam. Two months' salary. - Cyril.

Crunch. No, wait, Beefheart.

Not at the number you quoted me.

We're not technically management.

- Screw that. - Yeah, what's with all the bottles?

- Oh, my. Lana. - Wow, that is one serious diamond.

- What? - No, not the whore part. Management.

- Wait, what? - Oh, now he cares.

I learned that flammable and inflammable mean the same thing.