Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Baby, this is my gift to you.

Alice tried to warn me, but I didn't listen.

Go on, make your move.

or do I have to cut that fucking tree myself?

The results have been very positive.

Are you on it, Cancer Boy?

Two hours later, he hit a vital organ and died.

Oh, come on, Chris. Open.

Thanks. Good job.

That sounds lovely

We got a whole world to bum out.

Chris, you said the drug was ready.

We're scientists.

We kicked penicillin's sorry ass!

I think I just may have something.

Then can you get me something to eat before I chew my fuckin' hand off?

I was just taking a shower. Yep, just had myself a shower.

But my drug is for the clinically depressed.

I'm more of a scientist than a wiggler.

Down on the ground. Get down on the ground.

He does look like a young Tom Jones.

Chris? She's depressed, not stupid.

Good. Chris, you're in?

We are going to be doing push-ups all day!

Blah, blah, blah.

Because when I was a little boy, my mother sang me a song.

I'm starting to--

We didn't charge him.

Okay then, let's get at it.

Oh, God, are you all right?

Baxter? One more.

It's a new thing where you fuck or get fucked with toast.

I'd like to thank you for your marvelous drug.

Let me get a picture of you.