Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Elliot did a tongue-dance in Franklyn's ear

You got cake. They guy said they didn't have any.

I wish there was someone to help me get through the door.

I can't wait to chronicle this one. Oh, God.

Oh, my God! Is that back in town?

- He had, like, a massive heart attack. - I'm sorry for your loss.

Fine! Maybe I got too involved, but would it kill you to acknowledge

No. We're done talking now.

He smells like fuel.

And now, with your help, I'm gonna rub it in his face, OK?

This is a tiny airport. We get, like, one aeroplane a day.

Oh, come on. No, it isn't.

who-gave-you-this-number issue.

How'd you get chocolate cake?

- Come on. I don't want... - Relax, would you?

So how about you get your selfish ass in there?