Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Brett, I have experienced a taste of popularity.
Eat my ass, bitch… is what old Myc would've said.
hiding a… [laughs awkwardly]
Hey, Reagan, I was thinking everyone is drunk and in a good mood,
Code Red! Show her plan B!
The real Avril Lavigne died and was replaced by a clone in 2003!
[gasps]
-[coworkers] Yeah! -Oh please.
[electronic music playing]
Damn it. Threatening to expose the Deep State, that's one thing.
[mimicking Marilyn Monroe] ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
[Myc] Hey, fuck you, shoulder pads.
[worker screams]
which I am told translates to more dollars down the line.
Ball! Give me the ball! [grunts]
-[grunts] -[electricity fizzles]
Don't get too attached.
-Yes, sir. -Definitely.
And I resolved the Israeli-Palestine conflict.
All your jobs are safe! Everyone's still employed.
I had a bad day. You better have fired somebody.
-I do declare… -Do you have a gun?
Thank God. If I don't get a drink soon, I'm gonna assassinate myself.
Furthermore…
You can make this all stop, pal. I just need those livers.
Well, well, you still remember the place.
[beeping]
It was the '80s! It was a group thing!
You've been bullshitting J.R. and keeping a killer robot around?