Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Pam, I will hit you in the face. - Aha-ha-ow!
- Sorry, sir. - Hang on just one second.
Oh, right, how could I forget Mr. Cling?
Hello. Mother. What? Really?
And what?
I mean, if this goes tits-up.
Talking. Just talking about it.
- Unless I get smothered to death. - Oh. That's just pathetic.
- Okay, I'm on it. What? Yes. God. - Come on.
Well, every ISIS agent has a company-issued...
You can trust me. You know, probably.
- What? No. No, you're not. - Yes.
who micro-manage everything, would it? - What? No, that's not why I'm...
It's called tough love, Cyril. - The secret ingredient is phone.
And that's the reason I don't have sex with my co-workers.
Well, if I did, I'd just scrape all your previous mishaps into a big pile...
How you say? womp-womp
SCUFF THAT LUGGAGE AND I'LL CUT YOUR HAMSTRINGS FOR YOU!
- It's my phone. Pam put yours in the blender. - Come on.
- Like, high enough to redo my kitchen? - Ugh. What did I tell you?
or a shark tank or...
Too bad. So you can just paddle that hole in your foot...
Oh, Jesus, God.
Oh, right. Because you walked into Strippers' Discount Warehouse...
Pipe down, pipe cleaner.
- Well, Cyril I can't really do that either. - He says he can't put her on.
Like emeralds. How did I never see that?
A little something? Oh, that is just classic you.