Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I worked seven double-shifts in a row.
Oh, you can open your eyes now.
This rich baby doesn't know how to eat.
I am a rich, disgusting monster.
Yeah, come over here!
Damien! Hey, what's up?
No...
(COUGHING) Okay, turn around.
(SNIFFLES) Um...
(stomach growling) Oh!
Swear to God, train service and cell service
I'll have what she's having.
I don't have, um, a like-a tip metaphor
(SIREN WAILING)
Oh, yes.
but two Levain cookies?
I'm so sorry. God!
Just shave the sides off a little and slap on some color.
Scissors-ass my ass. You owe me a doo ,
- Really? - Yeah!
I'm not bringing my own color.
There's only one Ilana Wexler.
You're lucky you got out when you did, brother.
Well, I Do Know.
Thank you.
has been terrible since we became a fascist state.
So I've been thinking that maybe it's time for me
Oh, my God!
- [ Stomach Grumbles ] - Oh.
myself from a sphincter-quivering, pelvic-floor-Ioosening,