Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Him. -Him. Fifty-percent ownership.
Half-ounces in the eye-shadow kit.
...be under the impression that I'm a new daddy?
Well, I happen to like slushy beverages, yeah.
So, clearly, you're open to looking beyond first impressions.
I've been taping it to a Popsicle stick, and it's turning blue.
-Nice work, Rabbi. -Well, thank you.
Hi there.
...and the fact that you can balance a saltshaker on your nose...
I'm on the side of sticking to one's guns.
Look like a dive bar.
Cee-Cee sells self-esteem in small doses.
...just to show you how wrong you are about me.
-You're a jinx. -You're a douche bag.
Snip-snip. Eat fish. Start saving for law school.
You can't be spending the last dime you have on weed.
...take a fucking shower.
Okay.
Your name will not appear on that birth certificate.
-Gotta get that done. -Okay.
...you're tenacious, and that bespeaks a certain something of something.
-Do you wanna know why--? -What are you doing?
I think it's a barbaric ritual.
This is for me. I want something that matters in my life.
This is unacceptable.