Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

for keeping Americans safe.
I feel like the Grim Reaper
Did President Meyer find a way
and also took a huge laser-guided shit
Oh, I can't hear you. I can't hear you.
I'm sorry. Who taught you to do a smoky eye?
I'll stay here.
What has your mother done now?
- Selina Meyer! - Murman!
That guy stays.
- Boo! Boo! - Boo!
Hey... Was that Colonel Al-Saleh,
Hey, Siri, you fuck my dad?
I think it's pronounced "half-white."
I'd rather deal with the Russian mob
This is where you stick an unfuckable intern.
kinda makes her hotter, ya know?
It's so good to see you.
Ms. Brookheimer, do you have anything to eat?
I don’t have a drink
- Hi. - So nice to see you...
Ma'am, the White House refuses
Thank you, Pennsylvania!
What's the word, Minna?
- Oh. - Selina, crazy idea I have.
and also, the prize that you're getting, it is not the Peace Prize.
But we are not going to stop diseases
Yes! Six percent?
Classic Egan.
No. I feel fucking pretty.
Pennsylvania,
OK.
The Russians reinstalled me when they invaded Georgia. Ha!
Oh, sorry. Ames, this is Layla, my girlfriend.
Are you OK here?
Governor, now that you're a super-delegate,
Save it, Manhattan Date Rape Mystery.
Islands.
Disease Control is reporting
I am so very proud of you
- Funny story. - Oh, here we go.
just dropped his scythe and started eating me out!
Yeah, he does most of his ambassador-ing in Orlando.
Just a second! Sweet Viking Christ! Come on!
Maybe you should let 'em choke you.
We'll just get married back in the States.
- Sure. - I knew it.
like these right here sitting in the front row,
Fuck me with a side of ranch.
Stop. Selina, stop. You give me no choice...
Who ate my yogurt?
Thank you. It's very exciting. Yes, we're thrilled.
WELL, IT'S BARELY A DEMOCRACY, SO...
and when I am elected president,
- You always do this. - I do what?
but the pain went away in two days.
Layla's an OB-GYN.
Will you move? You're blocking the TV.
Yes. I was.
I always had you pegged as an AIDS guy.
clean up first?
to become his Ag Sec, it's gonna be this pigfucker.
A Potemkin wedding, if I may coin a phrase.