Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-You kicked off the whole thing. -I know I did.
(yells): Oh!
-You feel me? -Oh, I feel you.
-(stomachs gurgling) -(both yelling)
He said, let's talk, you know,
and check on you, okay?
(siren blares)
Take it! Take the car.
sweat in your soup,
(whispers): He's good.
Where's our food? This is unbelievable.
you should say, "Lo and behold."
No defecating!
and all of a sudden, you jump out. (YELLS) Ha!
-I'm fine. -(stomach gurgling)
-Come on, what? -You gotta relax.
And the salad is for you.
-You ate this whole thing? -Yeah, in about five hours.
It wasn't the diarrhea.
Aah, just excuse me just for a second.
-The I-8. -Yeah.
-Hey, look at this, huh? -Wow.
Between the sweat and then that whole diarrhea incident--
I'm gonna go home.
Hey, don't be depressed. If you want some, you know, it's German licorice.
-Yeah, we're good. Go. Yeah, we're good. -You're good?
certainly mean to get you fired.
Come on!
You think maybe you should check on him?
I can't take it off, because I don't,
-You don't have a car? -No.
'Cause you never wanna see this person again.
Yeah, he's the glue.
Oh. Now I got the other car. I got two cars.
Aah!
and served me some soup and sweated in the soup,
then go through the light, and second left.
-on the way home! -It's Susie. I couldn't contain it!
Hey, my goodness. What are you doing?
-You gave me the car, so it's my car. -Are you serious?
-You have a job! -I'm thinking of
-(laughs) -(laughs)
I pretend there's something wrong with my car,
It's a spite store.
What are you doing? Come on.
(chuckles) It's like...
Huh? One drop of sweat is like plutonium.
By the way, I, I'm not gonna go on the golf trip.
(speaks Japanese)
Son of a bitch!
And now you killed a child.
or fourth time this month, right?
-Larry: Yeah. -This is so good.
and I'm gonna buy the same car I had before.
Oh, fuck yeah. I take that piece of burnt-ass toast,
(scoffs) Come on. What do you--
-I got something else for you. Hold on. -Yeah.
-All because you were texting. -That's right.
-You need surgery. -What if I got a... second opinion?