Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Reagan, this is no time for jokes.

You have until the end of the week to decide who to ax.

[fake laughing]

More beloved than Brett?

Oh. Where's the puke bucket? [retches]

Well, this is a clone lab. [laughs madly]

Couldn't be helped, I'm afraid.

Nobody yet. So many factors.

[groans] I need to destroy that.

We're out of money!

Kardashian and Jong Un.

That robot fiasco cost us four billion dollars,

First up, a piece of your percentage of the company.

-Thug life. -Westside.

Brett, that thing is doubling in mass every 15 minutes.

Trade… trade is bad.

Where did you get that frame from?

Yep. And 3Pac and 4Pac.

We have to fire someone! [vomits]

We're here to figure out which employee is most useless, and then…

It's my second week and my third can of Axe body spray.

No, but I do have an Axe!

a guy who's as fake as his million-dollar hair plugs.

-[clone laughing] -See you later, boy!

Well, this is probably the end of us all,

Just think how bad those videos are going to be

but you have to promise that you're not gonna tell anyone.

[Myc] Congratulations, idiots.

-No offense, Glenn. -None taken.

-[Myc] Swing! -[Glenn] Come on!

[sighs] Okay, consider me a lockbox.

and I think I might get along with Brett after all.

I know we've had our differences--

definitely not because I'm planning to escape, so put it out of your head.

[Elvis clones] No, you ain't nothing but a hound dog.

Well, carry on then.