Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on!
Pretty much.
You haven't seen this guy, have you?
Like, it had this big, old fatty head.
Oh, forget this! Florence, you're up!
They made Charlie an agent?
- What knife? - From my freakin' back!
Oh, my God! She's mad!
Come save us, I'm Ali...
Oh, God. Oh, my God.
- Come get it! - Give it!
See this woman? She needs my help.
Ugh! I'm gonna throw up!
What... What did you think was happening?
Okay, sorry to interrupt, guys,
Yeah, I guess.
and someone's finally listening...
I'm dehydrated. I'm sorry, everybody.
- Oh, let it go? - Please!
They're all dead or locked.
It sucks... dick.
So, you were just gonna leave
Hello. You've reached the voicemail of Charlie Fay,
Boomer, your stupid voicemail! Okay, it's Florence!
I don't know, I'm spitballing here.
No, no, no! No, no, no, no, no!
Yeah. That is fantastic.
Uh, just hanging, man. How about you?
Not yet. Why?
Okay.
Maybe you will.
And now they want me to clear the fuselage?
Wife down there... says she can't say good-bye without it.
You might just be able to move on,
it's Florence! What are you talking about?!
Come on! It's right here.
That's... cute.
Help me!
And the only number I know off the top of my head