Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I love getting in stuff.
The concept of the self, or who we are.
when I was drowning in despair and canned chili,
but there is definitely a tattoo on my butt
- Wait! - Ooh!
No, he was supposed to tell us what to do.
No, no, no. This can't be happening.
I will inform the Head Accountant
doesn't exist anymore, and this one does.
Nice work, bud.
We're in a void in the body of a white lady.
Fork
Sweet. I call sofa.
The Accountant will tell us what to do,
Do I have a zit on my nose or something?
I mean, wearing a floral print to an infinite void
because this score is then double-checked
- Wait. Uh-oh. Ooh. - What?
Here we go, the Book of Dougs.
while Actual Janet and I sneak through it
as a long-shot way of meeting her,
Look, you know what? Just forget it.
- Chidi, I'm scared. - I know.
Oh, that's terrible. He's screwed.
TV, play cartoons for Jason!
that the Bad Place is tampering with the point system.
This will happen now. End of conversation.
Ooh, Michael, help me!
Memories, you need to remember who you are.
If I can't remember what happened
Back in Jacksonville, there was this guy
So I'm going to need you to grab a paper clip
Correct. And you end up with this.
of John Travolta saying "Adele Dazeem."