Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Bow to the Pants Queen.

Well, if you change your mind, you're now officially a licensed Indiana hunter.

I'm just glad you didn't end up inviting more of the motor...

Well, you better find out who it was. And then, purchase them a coffin,

That's reckless endangerment, my son.

with all the guys in the office.

No. How's it going out there?

While I was tripping, I saw a quail and I shot at it.

It is when I'm celebrating Your birthday!!

and just listen, please? Yes.

You're surprised that my breasts didn't throw my aim off?

I am the Pants Queen.

You think someone is hunting us?

When you're out with the boys, you gotta be ready for a good pantsing.

The only trails he's gonna be surveying are trails of lies and deception.

Did you get my proposal for the possible rezoning of Lot 48?

Hmm, he has seemed really depressed lately.

That was good. You do one.

I don't care that you're a girl. I just don't like change.

Giddyup! Giddyup!

you could invite yourself into my stall and shoot me in the head.

I'm good at tolerating pain. I'm bad at math. And I'm stupid.

Apology not accepted, moron.

I know. I thought it was gonna be gross.

Pretty good. Here, here!

All right. Give me another one.