Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And I agree with every last one of 'em.
Doing work that doesn't matter.
Okay. And Mom wants to talk to you. Hold on.
No, the real Rebecca is silly.
You're my wonderwall
What's gone on back here? Right.
It's eighth-place Everton hosting AFC Richmond,
Does 8:00 p.m. work for you?
Then everyone finds out back home and laughs at me until my face melts off.
Yeah.
Yes, hello. We still haven't received the champagne I ordered. Thank you.
I can't. I don't know what's going on. I'm-- I'm sorry.
Oh, you absolute piece of shit! I was about to do that!
-You're wasting valuable time. -Yeah, yeah. I'm going, I'm going.
A Fax machine, hey? Are you sending something to the year 1997?
And then she said that she wants to “ride that little mustache like a Jet Ski”
-In the post-David Lee Roth era. -Thank you.
Saves me
Want your bad romance Bad romance
Oh, trauma.
Would you like me to show you the various room amenities?
Oh, no. I wouldn't-- No, I don't--
-Richmond! -Right, come on. Let's go.
Yeah, she was the star of the weekend.
No.
-I'm sorry. Zorro. -"Zoreaux."
-Yeah, I'm Ted, by the way. -Oh. Sassy.
I'll be one of 'em.
We're in a shit fucking mood because we never fucking win at Everton
I've noticed of late...
Ah, come on, fellas.
I wanted to apologize for last night. I bit your head off for no good reason,
Am I going crazy?
Let it go, let it go
Are you drunk?
Thank you.
The only African I know more imprisoned by their own thoughts
I hope you don't mind me saying.
actually prefers her desserts on the larger side.
The only person I've seen lose their man more often is Carrie fucking Bradshaw.