Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[dramatic music]
Your father is well able to provide.
reclaiming the infernal sovereign--
- Oh, hey, Laur, I left your sugar in the mailbox.
♪ ♪
Weren't you about to shove something up my dick?
Is that track lighting?
Totes my pleash. [Ben chuckles]
- [moaning]
- Oh, no, no. It's not lame at all.
- Hey, guy.
[dramatic music]
My forces assemble in Middletown as we speak, and--
You smell like rot. - [sighs]
- We can take you away from here.
You gaslit the wrong bitch. [grunts]
to make him feel big again.
STUDENT 2: Hey, shh.
- Look at that guy.
But otherwise, a great day.
except when we left Vermont.
- Hope he stays off Twitter. - [groans]
Not today. [door opens]
[screaming]
- Chrissy, are you hurt?
Piece of shit.
someone's beeping in?
that's so remote, it'll make that ghost town in Wyoming
- Actually, we are not authorized
there's a pamphlet in the glovebox right under the gun.
[dramatic music plays]
- My dad's not the one who's been gaslighting me
- [peeps]
[groaning]
- Are you sure you're okay?
What's your name, by the way?
SINGER: ♪ No one would judge me ♪
Like it was a meet-cute,
Ew, Mom! - Let me feel.
Oh, my God.
[screaming] I said orderly!
[suspenseful music]
- Uh, okay.
- And now, the real suffering begins.
[gunfire]
Now raise your hand if you fucked the Devil.
into one big, way more powerful, lawless universe.
- But in a more literal sense,