Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mommy's gonna save us. Your mommy's name is Connie.

Jesus fucking Christ. Todd!

[gasps] Genius.

-Look! There's an opening, go, now! -[nervously] No.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Without power, all the food in the break room will get yucky.

-[wind gusting] -Ahh!

[Emmy] This is how it should be.

Maybe you can't think because you're a dumbass.

-Rochelle? Are you okay? -I'm fine!

Hey, rich-tits, don't call my husband dumb.

I fucking love her, Pete, I love her so much!

Unless, of course, someone eats it first.

-[Becca] Looking good, Doug! -Thanks! I can't see the sky anymore.

You're pregnant.

Well, it's that baby, or this ass, Maury.

Technically, I also used my lats and deltoids.

-Oh, thank God. -Good job, Todd!

Oh, your dude better watch it.

Don't worry, we'll get you a rental while your car's getting fixed.

I'm simply of the mind that, if I complete it, I'll die, so…

-[sobbing] About that. -Damn, you good?

If you puke from that ham, then ham will be a food that makes you puke.

There are numbers. They've been run.

Don't say a word to me about Mariah!

-Could I? -[lightning cracks]

Alive, fucker! You gonna plug that thing back in or not?

[sighs] Give me my donger, I wanna hold it.

How about you apologize for making me miss out on that cool adventure squad?

I found boards! Dougie, where's the hammer?

The wind tunnel! It's gonna kill us all!

-[Doug] Ahh! -Can you believe this idiot?

You're right! You're always fucking right! Hand me that Niçoise.