Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can't wait to chronicle this one. Oh, God.
- He had, like, a massive heart attack. - I'm sorry for your loss.
You got cake. They guy said they didn't have any.
This is a tiny airport. We get, like, one aeroplane a day.
How'd you get chocolate cake?
And now, with your help, I'm gonna rub it in his face, OK?
Fine! Maybe I got too involved, but would it kill you to acknowledge
No. We're done talking now.
Oh, my God! Is that back in town?
I wish there was someone to help me get through the door.
Yeah.
He smells like fuel.
Elliot did a tongue-dance in Franklyn's ear
Damn!
So how about you get your selfish ass in there?
It's on me.
Oh, come on. No, it isn't.
- Come on. I don't want... - Relax, would you?
who-gave-you-this-number issue.