Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't know what to say.

- What are you doing? - Hey, Doug. Got a juicer for the office.

"Dearest Clifford."

♪ It's such a fine and natural sight ♪

Yeah. My guy knows his stuff.

Don Clifford wants his floors clean.

♪ Oh, it feels so good to know She waits at the end of the night ♪

What? Cliff, if this is about the bagpipes--

...then it was you, and that's not your fault.

I heard that the key is you have to keep this bag inflated.

I'll spare you the gory details, but it was a deal and a half.

- Jimmy, I just said I didn't wanna know. - Hey, we need the water.

I want you in my office.

How's that gonna happen if it wasn't his?

This is your chance to show the world that.

We could go to the office, get the pre-approval in order.

And listen, I don't ever wanna hear the word "permit" again, capiche?

There's no point in me doing this if I can't be myself.

- Jimmy. - Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?

You gonna let this person victimize you twice?

What do you think?

I'd rather just have you gone.

♪ Sweet, sweet city woman ♪

Uh, yeah, it's open.

Backwards only.

No, and I won't until it's rock solid. Like, offer-letter-in-hand solid.

...with a gun to my head.

- How much was the desk? - Seven thousand dollars.

Hey, I-- I said all along you're too good for those clowns.

Figure out which one you're gonna be.

And what's that?

- You okay? - Yeah, no.

My client sued her former company, which she and her ex split in their settlement.

Yeah, give me a carton.