Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

by being President of the United States...
Well, I've had them ever since.
has freaked the Iranians out. They trust him.
That is powerful stuff.
- is the fact that it's... - Fireproof? Is that right?
No, you weren't. None of that is true. What are you talking about?
He's got old people coming out of his ass.
The rumor is the rumor came from us, all right?
Yeah.
Okay, God damn... ahem.
Here it comes... celebrity support for Selena Meyer...
Ma'am, I don't wanna piss on your bliss, but...
- Yes, I did. - No, not really.
Yeah, I rule.
Ma'am? That was amazing.
- Kelly. - Richard Splett.
Oh, my God. What have you done to me, Kent?
the office of President of the United States...
and I just wish I'd have been here earlier to advise you.
Listen, let 'em sulk. I mean, who's gonna notice?
Thai lady-boy made head of sweatshop.
Dan! What the fuck is this?
- Ma'am, are we ready? - Er, yes.
Well, it's just 'cause, you know, we happen to have
All right, call Amy right now and tell her I need a photo op or something.
- I'm so proud of you, Mom. - Oh, honey bunny. Thank you so much.
Yeah, I need a your experience, buddy.
Okay? Now... I am the most powerful person in the world.
It's not gonna be Canada, and I wanna get rid of Leslie Carr.
- Hi oh, hi. - Hi, hello, again.
- Leslie Frazier, the coach for the Vikings... - Huh?
She has no fucking energy, ironically.
- And then, could you guys get out of here? - Sure.
Fuck ME Sideways
Ma'am? Uh, taking Leslie Kerr away from State
- I'm sorry? - You should have questioned the name.
In my opinion, this is a very smart move...
in the perfect life of a perfect woman.
I, Selina Catherine Meyer, do solemnly swear...
as New Hampshire makes its voice heard...
No, ma'am. The entire world would notice that.
Otherwise I'd have to have you killed.
that I am just honored to be a part of your team?
Imagine what she could do in 24 hours.
No fucking way! What? Oh, God.
- Sorry to interrupt. Your Honor. - Yes.
- Sure. - Ma'am, can I say
If you mean to say yes, then say yes. You're the fucking yes-man.
So help me, God.
No, we agreed that would be a PR disaster.