Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What? Why?
It's an edible suicide note.
- I thought you left me. - No! Why would I do that?
A dating site? Me? Oh, God.
It's Dr Mason. My first name is Paul.
Why not? Mom, I do it.
Goodnight, Mom. I'm staying here tonight. I'm too stoned to drive home.
I get your point.
I went to the cafeteria to get pudding.
- In case you need surgery. - What would I need surgery for?
Duh. I wouldn't have even gone to that funeral if it weren't for you.
What's wrong with you people? Back up! Back up!
- I don't even know if you heard me... - Oh, I heard you.
Jeez.
Are you guys having issues? I mean, more than usual?
- That he's not gay. - Ha!
I felt that.
Last I heard, he's in a wheelchair. Minus both his feet.
- (Yells) - Ah! No!
Can I try the Uber Fudgey Brownie Batter again?
That's where the rest of us discovered you don't need a man to define yourself.
It's actually more honest to say that you're 64.
No, you don't. But you might like this one.
You never know these days!
Brian. I'm Brianna.
If, for example, you broke your hip.