Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No. I meant it in the idiomatic sense:
This just got super-dark.
What are you up to, Tinkle Button?
It's okay. It's okay. Shh. Let the poison out.
All right. All right.
but somehow, you've roped in my Nana's best friend's granddaughter!
Do you need a swimsuit for a D.P.?
Hey, maybe I'll finally start writing that novel tonight.
I dug holes and put my family's body insides of them.
Um, my mother's father is a quarter Armenian,
Owen, wake up!
Oh, yeah, cup the balls!
I want you to get me mouth-pregnant.
What's that smell? I think it's arrogance mixed with sarcasm.