Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A lipper from Chipper.

I have to go have dinner with my son.

You throw it out!

How were you locked in? Where the hell is all of our stuff?

Chip Matthews called. I wonder what he wants.

What kind of profit is that? And you call yourself an accountant?

See? I told you.

...I got to dump Chip.

Dude, you don't have to brag. We got nothing here.

My roommate bet me $5 I couldn't.

I owe this to my inner fat girl

Though I'm not seeing anyone now, I've never felt better about myself.

There's a kitty in my guitar case.

Back then I thought that I'd never get to go out with a Chip Matthews.

-Are you sure you want to hear this? -I'm sure.

Joey has a very careful screening process.

-Yes, we do. -But it's made her so happy.

First tell us where you got the prettiest lace in the land.

...J.T., Beardsley.

All right, you have yourself a deal.

If she'd come back as a couch, we'd really appreciate it.

Isn't he an architect?

She keeps trying to get away. Just like when she was alive.

Honey, I'm sorry.

But, you know, she chose to find me.

I think it's cute.

Then he stuck a board through the handles and locked me in.