Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- A jam-packed schedule

Nothing makes sense anymore.

has finally-- - Terry knows!

[cell phone twangs]

Stop! Peanut Butter, stop!

- Or we send her the penis pics--

- Nah, it was regular size. - Really?

- No, I just looked it up real fast.

* Blame it on Ice Cube

between the squad and the uniformed officers.

for months, and Keith came in,

We're screwed. - I know.

And so begins the delicate dance.

- Of course it is. She's marrying the Vulture.

It's finally happening!

- Nope, you dreamed that. - Aw.

- I'm sorry. It's out of my hands, you know?

I don't care, because I saved

- Boom. - You're Valerie?

- With one working bathroom! - Ladies gotta wait!

You know, she's hot like a chick,

a disgruntled civilian admin

- Big ol' house! - With a professional kitchen.

But I hate the feeling

- [in posh British accent] Well, it would appear

- Oh, no. Our nups have been un-toitened.

Look, I know I've become that gross, sappy guy,

- So many inside jokes. - Mm-hmm.

I wanted to spend my life with her.

- Perfect. She hurts for a bit,

- Yes. And as a distant,

- Please tell me the vendors are giving us back

for Teri-with-an-I? - You were right.

It really puts things in perspective.

- What do you mean? A horse is a perfect partner.

There's only one person who would do that.

on his houseboat in Yonkers?