Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I am? But that's so sick.
Shout out your code, man.
I'll make us a pot of coffee, George.
You know, this is very nice, but I really could take a cab, really...
Yeah, but why? I mean...
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- How did your foot fall asleep? - I crossed my legs.
Pay attention, Kramer!
You see people at the cash machine. They're just there.
The here-comes-the-money sound, you know?
- What is that? - It's an emergency-band scanner.
And he didn't remember you?
- Without Elaine? What for? - What is he, crazy?
They just don't know what street to take.
...do not give your secret code to anyone.
No, no, no.
Mothers say things.
Actually, that’s the definition of a handout.
...remember.
- Quiet, quiet. It's a secret. - Bosco! Bosco!
See, that's that fire I was listening to yesterday.
Hey, try the scanner. See if you can pick up anything.
- Call the embassy. - They're closed.
Why couldn't you include me in your excuse?
We're never gonna make it!
It's exciting. Don't you get excited?
What the heck are you doing back there?
Bosco.
The doctor seems to think it helps.
- Oh, Mr. Peterman. - Oh, Elaine.
Desota's down. But Cosmo's got the caboose.
I tell you, if I could do it over again, I'd give it all up to be a fireman.
WHERE DO YOU NEED TO GO? I SHITPOST IN THE BACK OF THE TRUCK
I'm here for you, Mama.
- We have? - Yeah. Yeah, at Katie Ash's party.
Giddyup.
Thanks for seeing me through the night.
- Please. - Anything else?
...because it's killing me.
All right. Let's go deeper.