Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thank you, Ambassador Al...

Give us Your comforting presence... I've got it now.

- I have seen hours. - Huh?

There's a chapel on the fourth floor.

Thank you, Ben, and whoever wrote those words.

- You're too kind. - No, it's true.

I just had a kombucha on my way over.

I'm Dr. Mirpuri.

You know, what the hell? We're here, right?

- The pillows are not for sleeping. - Gary: Mm-mm.

Oh, it's great if you want a bloated booze bag to be our next president.

- Mirpuri. - Yes, that's what I said.

Is the sky blue? Is water wet?

This is Tim McGraw. It's Mee-Maw's favorite song.

supposed to sweeten that shit biscuit?

Mother says to me, Well, it's not your fault.

- What is that supposed to mean? - Pardon me, ma'am.

Honey, if I wanted to talk to an unconscious person,

You can't put a Jonah Ryan on TV like that.

- They're well-wishers. - Really?

- Yes. - So many people outside.

Count every vote! Count every vote!

I'm so happy to see you.

Well, Dr. McCurry...

Well, that was mysterious, right?

Baby doll, she was brain dead.

Mohammed bin Nasser bin Khalifa Al Jaffar.

- I'm gonna step outside. - Okay.