Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Uh, Jay, where are we? -Nick's attic.

Yeah, they watched it. You didn't watch it?

I wouldn't mind seeing your plumpy rumpy in that hot little sex worker's uniform.

Devon, Lola's winning. Come here.

-The goddamn door. -The door?

Yeah, that's the dream.

I'm sorry, Marty.

-[Missy] Oh God. -Woof. This is very sad.

Andrew, don't use the word "attack."

your family looks like a commercial for happiness.

Missy, why do all the guys at our school suck?

Where are we going?

Okay, he is totally going to the hookup house.

Do you know your mommy's phone number?

Yeah, pretty standard.

No. I don't want anyone hooking up in my house, especially if I'm not.

Out of the way, Dr. Sicko.

I know. I feel like Fleabag going after the hot priest.

we should put the rest in a banana bread before it goes bad?

Looks like it's just you and me.

Are you kidding? It's one thing to come out to my devout family.

♪ I'm seething With a murderous desperation ♪

Oh yeah, we needed that.

Unmitigated depravity. Cocaine. Squirting. Necrophilia.

Why are you on Zoom?

[romantic music plays]

Can't we just cut off his hands?

Oh man, she's connecting to computer audio.

I can make this work.

[in robotic voice] Initiating life-saving mode.

Sweetie, I'm talking to anybody who will listen.

Wow, he's really religious.

Tim Pelegrin had the hookup house.

Well, that's great. [chuckles]

Can't you just hire someone with a snowplow?

Come on, Jessi.

But I thought we were gonna get freaky.