Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Uh, we're here
Ready? On my count.
Wait a minute, Mr. Postman!
All right, guard the door.
Jackpot. It's giggle pig.
I said I had to go to my girls' bat mitzvahs.
Your man here failed to follow
Oh, thank you.
No, I'm not holding a label maker.
and then we are ditching donger.
Okay, we're looking for room 247,
Again? Are you kidding me, man?
Go, razzmataz. Go, razzmataz.
with our first major giggle pig dealer busted.
and check out the box?
I'm sorry I said the postman was a flop.
Well, I am a federal agent. You're just a local cop.
Your lame system-reboot thing didn't work.
NYPD, open up!
Nothing wrong with that.
grab a muff with some bluebs, and when I get back,
You know, I don't like to talk about this,
Where you going, Amy?
Take it to the postal inspection service.
I'm all good!
Music is a crutch. Music is a crutch.
I just said what it means. That's what it means.
It's like working inside a beaver dam.
"Going postal" means that...
They do?
Come on, man.