Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There's nowhere to park, they play rib jams all day,

Now we can bear it together.

‐ So this is the man who's been terrorizing my utopia?

you better start cooperating.

‐ Okay, look: full disclosure, that story really did sound

with all the other people who have MFAs.

‐ But I thought you didn't win any rib contests?

[cheering] TERRY: Fuck you, lawn! Woo!

‐ You think Jesse gives us CLIF bars, chewable Tylenol, and Dasani water?

and he charges you airport prices right before he shivs you.

But if they live, they'll have to suffer the guilt

I'm the one holding the Pupa. My name's Korvo.

[sirens wailing]

♪ rock music playing on speakers ♪ [inaudible chatter]

during our fake family meeting so Peter could escape.

and we believe that we should, in fact, be sentenced to death.

If they die, they'll only suffer for a moment.

‐ Ugh, this place is horrible.

He says you and the Walldermen protect him.

JESSE/KORVO/YUMYULACK: Obama! TERRY: Dora the Explorer!

‐ What's happening to me? Argh! ‐ Hello, sweetie!

People are stupid and confusing.

because I don't know anything about Christ‐mas,

way longer than killing them,

The new one can write in cursive.

Do they like Brendan Fraser or not?

‐ Alright, the cops are after us. That's enough Shawshank‐ing.

But you, Halk, you can be part of the solution.

Let me walk you through the accusations,