Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

than robotripping in tequila-soaked tampons.
- Gerald's gonna be at that party,
about them not poo-pooing.
- Because I'm your mother, and mothers know best.
Maybe I want him to find me.
Hold up. Time out.
DARLENE: Until you know it. - Get off of me!
- But you said my dad was dead.
I have to bathroom now.
LAURA: Look, I'm sorry for putting this off.
[laughs]
Look.
- Ah, this feels like a big escalation from swirlies, man.
- Hi, honey. I'm a chicken now.
and then I'll be top shit for eternity.
my entire life.
[roars]
- Oh, well, thanks, Dad.
LAURA: My little baby girl is all grown up.
[laughter and voices echoing]
- I do.
- Oh, God. No, gross.
SINGER: ♪ For wanting to be by myself ♪
DEVIL: Comedy. [gunshot]
- Aw. Thanks, Bennigan.
- Oh. - Oh, my God.
The future is female!
- Remember me, motherfucker?
- Really? Cool, because the beast guys
So thank you. - Pssh, no thanks necessary.
I do. You're a teen.
[both yelling]
- [breathes raspingly]
blessed by an uncircumcised Kabbalist rabbi.
Well, I don't care about them.
but that was irrefutably cathartic.
SINGER: ♪ And know that ♪
No more running.
- To your future,
[grunting]
know that I'm calling the shots now.
[eerie musical sting]
- Business trip? Pleasure?
near where the bathroom sink used to be.
- Oh! Oh, yeah, thanks. BEN: Yeah.
What is this?
♪ ♪
[ominous music]
does that mean I don't have to listen to anyone?
- You're welcome for giving you a higher calling
I'm so glad you moved us to a new town
Nothing's normal about my life! Are you mental?
Christina? [school bell ringing]
CHRISSY: No! - Come on.
- Every other? That's a little weak.