Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

In your defense, I mean, you know, it's hard to throw yourself out there
And now I'm right outside your little hospital.
-Did God send you, or Lucifer-- -[Pestilence] Enough questions.
[Amily] Not so fast.
-Oh, yeah. We're totally good. -So I still have a ride home?
The only reason I left you two to your own devices
-Didn't need leeks. -Oh.
Goodbye, my precious, wonderful son.
-[phone rings] -Hey, whoa. Speaking of.
I may have been the weak link in that chain.
You know, if you don't mind me asking, what side, uh, are you on?
I don't know. I'm not a dictionary, Clark's Mom. I know it's pronounced Amily.
[Clark] Ooh, premium chicken.
-What the fuck does that mean? -I think, Amily,
I thought there were, like, a million gods?
-[Amily] Eat a sandwich! -[Clark] Gotta go! Oh, my gosh!
Chicken's the clincher.
[Wendy] Stop lurking outside the bathroom, Tom!
Oh, this? This is Amily.
-Um, however it went down-- -Tom is clearly at fault.
-♪ Tell 'em that God's gonna come down ♪ -♪ Run on for a long time ♪
[banging at door]
The easy way?
Feels like kind of a big deal though. No?
It took a while, but I finally slit his neck like a turkey, and now he's dead!
-Oh no. -[glass rattling]
Oh, you've got to be shitting me.