Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-And a teensy bit of urine. -I'm very sorry about my cum.
-Whoa. -Yara, my darling,
How is Jose supposed to answer the goddamn phones now?
Look. I get it. You're a Logic Rock. You're just doing what you think is right.
That can be the first thing he buys with his new Suns credit card.
You're a TaskRabbit.
Hey, Rochelle-Rochelle. You are a Lovebug. We work together.
You said I could lop it off and I would like to lop it off, please.
A sense of camaraderie captured in a meaningful object.
No! She's trying to tame you. She's trying to tame all of us!
"Full vehicle wrap, neon purple underglow kit"?
-Sounds like a job to me. Money is money. -It's a gig. A gig!
And when do we want it?
Oh, no, Yara has dementia?
-Aww. -And it's not cheap.
Our coworkers can suck Gavin's severed dick.
Why can't she just be back in Lebanon with Safi?
You know, I always dress up for…
Yes, I'm from Corporate and I do have a tight butthole, but I also have a name.
He serves her favorite rosewater tea without asking
Oh, babe, I love you!
All right, fine, I'll watch the bloody show.
-Your move, Empathy. -Sex, sex!
-Mona? -Fine. I'll stay.
Go, Suns!
-Safi? -Not Safi.
I was gonna wait to do this at the Suns versus Nets game next week,
Um, Rochelle?
That's what we've been doing fucking in front of our co-workers.
I wonder when I'll ever have my own life,
Hey. I feel like I was a little rough earlier
I don't know. My dick?
but you just can't do it in the office ever again starting right now.
Hey, Mona, Gavino, maybe take it down a notch?
Working with you is ruining our fucking lives.