Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Excuse me, kind stranger. I'm writing a story
and if someone saw something,
Explain this to me.
Time may not have banks, but this periodical certainly does.
-Yeah. -I spent time preparing the other pages.
-What now? -[man speaking indistinctly]
Oh. [chuckles] Right.
I-I see people partying and passing out!
You may find my gown overly formal for the workplace,
when they feel they're being advertised to,
but they love stories that engage them on their level,
Oh, darling, I've already committed to being your wife.
-Uh... Hey, Tawnie. -[music stops]
But you know the craziest part of all?
We had to think fast, so we put together a new hand-to-hand combat scene
Yeah, give me ten inches. I also want a roast beef sub.
[both] Hmm.
-Sarah Lynn, I've seen. -Really?
Why do you think that is?
Anyone. I mean, you name it. Whatever Paul Feig's doing.
Kind of like a rounder Brad Garrett type, but with a very forgettable face.
Even Roman Polanski works more than I do, and he should be in actual jail.
-Really? -Yeah, I never heard of him,
I get that you're mad, and you're totally right, but everybody else here--
In the meantime, someone in this building might just offer the key
It's not. It's a pop star who overdosed. Open-and-shut case.
You sit your ass in that chair, Ella, because that place is right here.
And then some person-- I don't know this person--
-Breaking news! She's number one! -of respect and professionalism.
It's Sarah Lynn.
that opens the gate to the garden
Jamie Lee Curtis winked at me once.
Maybe that is a bad superhero movie. Not aspirational enough, I don't know.
-[yelps] -Oh, wow!