Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Uh… Mr. James.

My lover, he died 23 years ago.

I'm sorry if our huge commission comes in two weeks too late

-Oh! Oh God! -Oh my God. Um…

It'll deaden the sphincter reflex, and then, pah! I'm in.

Totally. Love him. Hate her.

Because we have so much in common.

You know what, never mind. I gotta go.

Isn't that sad?

Oh my God! You are.

This is so weird. I swear I remember this one.

You think you can handle that?

What, poppers and a prayer?

Could've been a Freudian nightmare. We gotta find him his own place stat.

Thanks, I think?

I… I'm sorry. I… I can't do this.

You buy underwear for your son?

All my biggest buyers are coming.

isn't the greatest idea of all time!

Hey, Richard, look, I've been wrestling with my buyer for the last half hour.

but yeah, sure, I'm done.

I'm madder now than when I went in.

A kind of guru, once.

And you know that that only happened because--

What man? What man? That's the whole point. There is no man.

I am an art collector, Mr. James.