Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Blimey, Carol. I wouldn't let David in my knickers for a million quid.
Everything seems copacetic on the old home front, huh?
We're gonna roll you out in a market we don't give a shit about,
[Poppy chuckles] Oh.
- "A lot of sugar"-- - Why are you still writing?
Huzzah! [chuckles]
- Uh, "I like a woman who takes charge." - Nice.
I was just keeping it a hundred with you.
We're good. [chuckles]
We don't wanna be sittin' on this couch forever, right?
- Check out your new dating profile. - What? You redid my dating profile?
Huh? My mom?
I want you to be your normal, indignant, annoying self.
It's okay.
- Her? - Me?
That is not what happened.
You are brilliant.
- What are we doing? - I think it's the stage-gate meeting.
Uh… sorry to bother you,
without her rejecting you, I'll know the product--
I just cannot imagine being the vessel to your seed.
No, no, you misunderstand, Josephine. I hired her.
Only three? I thought it was four.
[David] Dizzy Dave's Steal of the Week.
[whispers] And he knows how to screen share.
[Brad] Here we go. Let's see what you got.
It's a fad. It will not work in our game.
David, she cut you out.
Posting your wedding photos on your dating profile?
Oh, my God.
Actually, Carol, you are.