Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All right, goddammit, Mrs. Mac, Artemis is out.

-I need two more beers. -We're out.

You're not supposed to be here.

-No. Soy boy beta cuck. -[grimaces]

We're gonna beat that record.

You know, Judy Garland, Liz Taylor...

You're a soy boy beta cuck.

There's only one man on this flight.

-Goddamn, when's the last time you flew? -[grunts]

-♪ Rainbows and...♪ No! no! -Yeah. Yeah, I did the mic thing last time and it killed,

I'm gonna make big money in California.

I'm tripping so hard.

["Take Me Out to the Ball Game" playing]

How come you're a man servant?

Here. Drink this.

willing to pay any price for fake spirituality

And you're not one of them.

That feels dangerous.

Just, uh, crystals, worry dolls, dream catchers,

Oh. Nope. It's just you.

I know, because I find them so attractive.

Okay, so every little airplane bottle of wine

Oh, really? 'Cause I'm gonna ruin your game now.

Drink up, ladies.

Yeah, I don't get it. You already did this.

[slurring]: Ah, I did it! I did it.

So let's just call it an even 29 to win. Good?

[sighs] I can't do it, Marty.

Not to mention I've already taken these bitches

Oh, God, wha... What is going on?

And we're also switching to pink wine.

What's with this line? It hasn't moved.

only to wake up the next morning