Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'd rather not, obviously. Don't know what I'd say.
- Well, you didn't say it. - I feel awful. I should have been here.
- as far away from his family as possible. - Hey, pal.
And, for the ease of the reader, I have changed all the gender-related pronouns...
and he went white as a sheet.
I could not have done this without him.
Zero hour, Michael. It's the end of the line.
And that's when Maeby decided...
That was a waste of time.
And that's when Michael got a call that made him wish...
Low-carb diets are sweeping the nation...
Do you believe it? Where the hell did I get that?
Buster knew this was his chance...
I GOT THE WORST FUCKING CANDIDATES
- Yeah. - Maybe a better question would be...
There are six things I'm mad about...
This might even be considered light treason.
- He doesn't appear to be on a sedative. - But I can see clearly now...
And later, the family waited for Michael at the prison meeting room.
- About that... - I'll tell them, Michael.
It's his own fault. What kind of diet is this? It's too much meat.
We’ve got the worst fucking insiders
I'd like to be in charge of the Bluth Company.
- Thanks for the heads-up. - That's okay. We've got your polygraph set for tomorrow.
sitting in this chair, strapped to this machine, I can see that my life has become a failure!
Our troops have been living here for the last few days...
Maeby's life gets a little more complicated.
because I want people to know I never willfully deceived anyone.
And people would send figs... not even at Christmas.
Day not over yet, fatty.