Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm impressed, and embarrassed. I sold out.
Wait, the character's name is "New York Subway violence"?
But you do need to know that the prime minister went to Oxford...
- You're a self-centered, egotistical... - I'm yelling, I'm yelling!
It's starving children with cleft palates, Britta.
Have fun circling my former lover, waiting for her to cry.
- I'll clean it up. - No, you don't touch it.
- Butter! - Help me out here.
...because you're having an existential crisis...
Or you act like this because somebody stuffed you in a locker? Is that it?
- Oh, really? - Yeah, I have a serious problem.
Do you like music?
A: Why? B: I like to drink. NNY
Yeah? Oh, my God.
And what were you before this? Were you normal?
You physically ruined my drawings.
A 9-millimetre's better than a 10-millimetre?
Troy thought it's hilarious. I don't have the heart to tell him it wasn't a comedy.
- So did mine! So did mine! - Why would he do that?
God, he's gonna smell the sellout on me.
Well, get ready to stop.
- ...that would beg to disagree. - Audience? In there?
- Please. - Do you even like Britta?
Well, the ants were people. The queen ant was an oil company.
- Really? - Yeah, make sure it's a hearty meal.
Just listen to yourself...
Hey, handsome. This stool taken?