Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ja! Und Cyril ist Der Falkonmeister!
He asked, idiotly.
- Wait, what? - Mental patients, Lana.
Because my pool needs to be retiled.
She was, until we made a sizable donation
And longer answer... Where's the, uh...
Well, you didn't even have one.
Yes, very good.
nope.
- On angel dust. - Wha...
Do not speak to me. You have said quite enough.
- Lana... - No-o-o-o!
What is happening?
I... No, yeah, no... I... You know, I...
You don't have to. It's on tape.
The... Wait, what?
Which better be as racist as it looks.
Ugh! What cat?
Oh, good. I do hate to drink alone.
Huh?
And whose fault was that?
- What? - First of all, she kissed me.
See? Easy peasy zombie squeezy.
made that rabbit a vegetable with.
Yeah, exactly. Why?
Scopolamine, the zombie drug.
Goddamn it, this better not be a ruse!
Okay. Now I get it.
Well, let's at least hear him out.
Uh, we found Lana's diary!
- Discredited for being batshit-crazy! - It wasn't...
until I finish my breakfast burrito, I...
Hey, no! Save it for the camera.
So, questions? Comments?
Exqueeze me?