Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I would first need to break it entirely.
Oh, my word. I-- I-- I--
The handbook just says they were bonded by the spirit of industry.
Who've you been talking to?
Sounds good.
Yeah, but not me though 'cause I already contributed the idea.
Give me your dark shit.
[muttering]
Oh, shit.
I'd imagine she's spoken for.
[chuckling]
[straining] Help!
You know, what one of us should do is lend her our trap
Full synaptic coupling. Petey Kilmer's memory was reintegrated.
And the rest of your department?
Does O&D know that? Are we even sure about it?
Oh. Hi, uh, Ms. Casey.
- We need a manager. We need a manager. - [Burt] Irving!
Sir?
Okay, and we want that?
[Mr. Graner] Ran the diagnostics.
When she sees you, it's important your eyes be kind.
[Helly gasping, panting]
No. I'm peachy.
- [Devon screams, groans, strains] - [Ricken] Whew.
And Dylan, of course.
- Yeah. - Though, I'd be remiss not to say
Jesus. You haven't told them.
- Mmm. - Hmm.
- I-- We-- - I know what you're up to.