Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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