Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

‐ Jesus Christ.

you've been doing since the coma, Lana.

‐ It's called carb‐loading, Mother.

Conway: Any last words, Big Mama?

The answer rhymes with "my throbbing sexuality."

for a few rounds?

‐ I remembered newbetterCheryl

Oh, you mean a booster buddy!

Without pata negra ham,

Yah! [crowd gasps]

‐ Yeah, they rhyme with go fu‐‐

Unlike the sex, which we both know

Mm, sorry. Where were we?

is in my goddamn parking space?

‐ It's just, Cyril's a bit more...

‐ "Trashed" is a strong word, Cyril.

I'm kind of like a... Uh...I'm like a...

‐ It's called tradecraft, Lana.

and that's not a euphemism for anything.

‐ Space ears?

‐ Not even close, bud.

Come on, tag me in.

‐ Oh, for chrissakes,

"work‐related erection"?

Clearly, I have to do everything around here.

I probably deserve that.

You have got to be kidding me!

‐ From where, a truck stop bacchanalia?

‐ Oh, for the love of...

I used to pay to pump my stomach.

‐ Though it's apparently how being obsessed with me works.

NewbetterCheryl doesn't do that.