Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We should get to the shelter soon.
What? Jesus! What is your problem!
- is Ivan's laugh-- - What... in the name
- Cyril, for God's sake, be careful! - Would you shut up?
- get the jet ready for takeoff... - Outlaw country! - Let me finish!
- Ow! Come on. Ow! Ow! - Okay. - What happened?!
- Ow! - Breathe, bu...
- Will you two come on?! - On what?
- Ugh! - Do you hear that?
- Huh? What the...? - Lana?
- Duh. Pregnant. - Yeah, airstrike, naval bombardment, amphibious
to freeze a bunch of your sperm at Dr. Feldman's office. And I was like, "Huh, weird."
Aww... All the gardeners are running away.
- It's over, Cyril. It's over! - Nothing is over!
- reporting for sploosh. - Take Tweedledick and Tweedleballs, go
- sack of bastard! - Okay, A: He and Mother are the lying sacks of
Doesn't matter who.
- and see if you're crowning. - What?! - For the love of
Get some hay ready to dry this little bastard off because now you are gonna push!
praying your driver doesn't rat you out to the Reds at the last checkpoint.
- Yeah. - I-I had black guy. - Yeah. So, about that...
- Morphine, want, find, give! - Shh. Come on, Lana,
- That's a chance I'm willing to take. - Me too.