Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-It might be nothing. -Or it might be chlamydia.
So beware when you lift the covers, and don't expect apologies.
Well, maybe you should be threatened.
...since that dry-cleaner pot club got shut down.
...but on my way home, Marine View Road is closed.
I'm gonna sue you for sexual harassment. How about that?
"Me and Mrs. Jones."
And food. Mostly shit.
-I just had a Q-tip in my dick hole. -Cotton-eyed Joe.
I need sleep! One night of sleep! In a bed!
There's breast milk in the fridge.
-Why don't you go? -Because I don't care.
Andy?
Mom?
I was thinking that you could handle the poop...
-Just normal. -Exactly.
-...for the first time in far too long. -Okay.
Suddenly everything's fine.
I love you, so I'm here.
I need the bed, Andy.
No sounds, no lights, nothing!
Okay, everyone out. Dancer, Prancer, go tell your own parents.
Wow, I guess we had an earthquake.
Everyone, let's see that plastic.
-Right, Shane? -See, you're being a buddy...
Some crazy, weird shit. I was a werewolf--
Okay.
-I play softball. -Well, of course you do.
Go, go.
Your weed shows up as "beauty products"...
The human body is a complex and mysterious experiment.
-I'll give you a dollar. Find out. -What am I gonna do...
Adios, losers. I am out of here for good.