Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

that you know things that he thinks no one knows.
I already know.
- You go left. - OK. That was right, buddy.
[Siren wailing]
Oh, my God, we're pregnant.
Oh.
- You're gonna pay. - We'll see.
Relax, dude. Playing electronic hide-and-seek.
Not the college president. The president of the United States.
Some lovers try positions that they can't handle.
- Oh, thank God. - Say Barbie? We're even.
Who do you use?
Oh, no. He did not just wink at me. For the next five minutes, I am not a nurse.
- Carla. - Another kid? My God!
Mrs. Factor has an aortoenteric fistula and needs a consult.
It's your call, baby.
It's gonna happen.
Another one. Shoot.
Hey, baby.
Ready... set... go!
And I don't think we have any more wine.
- How many does that make? - This is her first one.
- Unpleasantly. - Unpleasantly.
Red states be damned. You're gonna make great fathers.
Why were people throwing seed?
Show me a wink. Show me the wink. Give me the wink.
Dr. Cox, Dr. Kelso. Look who I've got.
I can't wait to see the look on each one of their faces.
- Follow her. Lock her up there. - You got it.