Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[vomiting]
I had to implant a subdermal shock collar in the president.
Actually, as long as you're in this cell,
Oh God. You ready to carpe that motherfucking diem, girl?
Keeping you alive to study you, not start World War III.
Nah, I wouldn't worry about this.
Andre, now! Hurry!
I need my pension, you guys.
Hey, by the way, I left you a special de-liver-y.
I'm gonna use this to finally get some shit done around here.
-Alert. -Wait, no! Help!
[JFK clones growling]
[clones overlapping] Er, uh… I do declare…
-[coworkers shouting] -[Glenn] Hey, over here!
Me three. Let's get this party started.
[chuckles] God, that guy used to be a master manipulator.
-Holy shit. -They got the money to spare.
Guys, don't freak out. We haven't made a decision yet.
Plus, if you ever try to fire us, we now have blackmail leverage.
and if he dies, the shares revert to his ex-wife Tamiko.
It's trying to escape!
[scoffs] I had to reheat the Cold War.
Guys, you will be happy to hear--
Look, skip the part where we pretend this is a hard decision and just fire Myc.
But I brought the livers.
[scoffs] They think they're getting fired, so they're buttering us up.
Oh God!
because she is a good leader.
I like the cut of your jib, fella.
-I do declare… -[screams]
Wake up, sheeple!
Stop taking three-hour lunches and coming back drunk?
-[grunts] -Reagan!
Yeah. What's the point of unchecked power if we don't abuse it.
[Myc milker] Quick, get him a cigarette!
[hoarsely] Oh, I will.
Today, we're talking J.R. Scheimpough,
Wow, I look like an after photo.
and the Shadow Board is not happy.
-[laughing nervously] -We love you, boss.
We're all talking about it.
He talked me onto a ledge at a parkour convention.