Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

How did you find us?
Oh, and don't worry about the camera.
In the mean time, you just need a distraction.
(whip cracks) The SUV's not for you, Lion!
Everybody shoots everybody.
He's getting too close!
Excuse you?
She knows that.
Don't do characters.
(gagging)
What the hell are you doing, Roger?
(applause) What the hell, Klaus?
you're not in love, you just have a crush.
That's all we got, right?
You're obsessed with me.
No food in my belly.
about it, and all the awkwardness will go away.
Like-like a hobby.
Hey, you.
Do I hear 20?
breathing through your mannish mouth,
It smells like you did.
My bar is dead. It doesn't make sense.
I’m gonna eat you one day.
(laughing uncontrollably)
Not bad last night.
Of course you are.
The same way that hot dogs for dinner
Urgent medical jargon, stat!
I mean, I'm no Christina Aguilera,
I co-wrote City Slickers with Babaloo Mandel
Here is my next car Francine,
Shall we start the bidding at 15,000?
(whispering): You're Yoko.
Ooh, I'm gonna go get my tools!
Roger, what are you... no!
Here, here, try it on me, pretend I'm Hayley.
This thing can stop on a dime. Think fast!
I got everything held together up there with a chip clip.
I splooged
You're doing great! Do I hear 40?!
Got a bunch of string that's not doing anything.
(chuckling): So stupid.
Really? Shut up.
Ro-Roger, whatever you're thinking there,
(laughing)
(laughs)