Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's me, Speckle.

because, as adults know, shit must be kept.

You make enough money at your law firm to buy a house?

Oh, no, this shit looks exactly like my dream!

Actually, realtors are shockingly tolerant of shenanigans.

Whoo! [laughs] I'm so bad!

[Bertie] I'm completely normal.

-Hi, Bertie! -[gasps]

All of us, from the moment we're born.

I got, like, a billion weird crushes going on at a time.

Great. Listen, our credit scores are excellent,

[laughs] Milled wood?

Uh, but spoiler alert, I'm an architect.

-[laughs] -[laughs awkwardly]

But you were like a runaway train with this house.

What am I supposed to do until I drop dead at 109,

[barking, chittering]

I'm sorry, phone.

Speckle will say they're creepy, but we'll ignore him.

It's driving me crazy that I can't remember it.

-[laughing] -[alarm ringing]

with this bungalow's bewitching baths, brilliant boudoirs...

Speckle, how did you tame that jaguar?

-[man] Why? Why? -Hey, is that a jaguar?