Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What?
Maybe.
We got a gig on Sunday.
Heh. Terrible.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- Aah! - Olivia!
Did you try the little jam-bread whatever your boyfriend made?
Said he had some kind of vision.
Perfect. Just what we want.
When everything started going down on that bridge...
Sam, you can't do this to yourself.
Yeah. Could've been.
Candice didn't deserve to die.
Let's go. Do it!
Over here! See the railing?
...I'd rather be very Olivia.
When are they gonna offer you that permanent gig at the restaurant?
Why are you following us?
Hey, Sam.
No choice. He's the union rep.
Hey, that's great. I prefer a professional. In fact, you know what? I kind of demand it.
There we go.
All set, Pete?
Make sure to clean up afterward.
Hold on!
It's weird.
We're not working out.
How did you know?
Where is she?
Hey.
...and I'll make you a nice late dinner, okay?
You son of a bitch!
...we all got off the bus, but the ground gave way and Candice fell.
They're called tits.
Peter?
What's the matter?
Well, when I had that vision, or premonition, or whatever it was...
What do you want from us?
Thanks.
Okay, I'm sorry. Do you come with subtitles?
Go!
Gymnasts are worse than baseball players at this kind of thing.
And, um, sometimes our older ones too. Come on.
All right, ahem, show me how this happened.
Enough. Molly, I'm serious.
Dennis! It was Dennis.
You all just be careful now.
It was just timing, you know? He got in the way and--
I wanna see you guys run the routine all the way through once.
Morning, Peter.
That's the big question here.
What's capay? I don't know what that means.
That's not very nice, you know.
Maybe you worked for them.
Come on.
Get off the Boeing 747-200 Princess Lola Loud
You're not looking so hot there, Moll-face.
Oh, my God!
Listen, if you think I'm gonna sit here--
What? Sam, that's amazing.
We need to tell Olivia.