Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay, power's out, generator's failed,

-[dramatic music playing] -Hey, guys, this is it!

[sighing wearily]

Dante, it brings me barely any joy to say this,

And my fucking raw-dog tenacity.

And I can't believe you did it all by yourself.

Ugh, imagine being so scared,

-Gil remembers. -Absolutely! Sympathy diabetes.

[clears throat] Right then, well,

I'm sorry. It's too heavy. And you're losing blood.

Uh, yes, you can, girl. You're an Emmy.

[both struggling]

Mmm, not really.

-Phew! -You only used the one arm just then?

-That's gross. -Oh, my God!

[sniffles] …totally fine with the choice that I made.

Yes, that's exactly what happened!

You are the hot one.

Maury, I know I said, "No baby, no baby, no baby," every time.

You made me choose.

-Ahh! -[Tito] It's happening!

What an ugly bunch of puss you all are. I'll go.

Sweet Lord, Joe, there's so much food. We'll never save it all.

So, you two collect art?

Yeah. Here I go.

There's too many.

Emmy, I-- I got my marriage back thanks to you.

I fucking hate language! Now stand back!

-[thud] -Hey, what the hell?

-Maury? Maury! Maury, you alive in there? -[Maury groans]

I can't think with your damn kid shrieking like that!

[inhales sharply] …this relationship!

Better to be a living cuck than a dead hero.

[hysterical] The Suns wrap covered everything!

"No Baby No Baby No babies" is our motto

-We have orders! -We do? From who?

My sweet pee-pee! Come back!

I'm sorry, I'll be clear, I don't want that fucking kid.

[grunting and yelping]