Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I really miss you, Rache.

I've been feeling the same way ever since Ian chose Poppy as his assistant over me.

How long have we been working together now?

- [Pootie Shoe] Thanks. - Thank you.

and I didn't know what to do.

No. No, no, because I'm actually not...

- Where is Dana? - Gone, Daddy-o.

Ow, that hurts.

This is the most delicious thing I've ever eaten in my entire life.

- You too. - I'm going.

The dog! That's the dog! There, look. He's real.

Yeah. Don't be a narc, Jo.

They pegged your girl as a plant. [gasps] She's toast.

- [tiger roars] - [Dana] Oh, my God!

Feel good? Questions?

It's a key trait of psychopaths.

But I've made myself clear. They are not reciprocated.

Look at you, man.

Cookie earned. Look at that.

I'm not. I might puke.

Oh, my God. He didn't tell you?

The timing's off.

- Okay, Son... - No!

You... you have this great career,

Whatever. All right.

Um, sorry, but if I'm being honest with myself,

- You just said the word "I" nine times. - Did I?

- I know, but I... - Two more.

Hey, how'd it go in there? You okay?

Anyway, uh, one day I just decided I didn't want his name anymore.

But Ian's not here.

Okay, Brad. So, now that you've identified your next big-ticket item,

"Ee-an" is my dad's name.

- No, no. That's not true. I... - "I."

That is so sad.

So, must be good, right?

So I started calling myself "Eye-an."

We should probably fire her.