Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Oh?
Uh well, according to her will,
- Someone died.
- She wasn't born yet.
- I'm her. - Hi, we spoke on the phone,
what you're saying is you wanna dress like me,
- Hi, Johnny. - Jocelyn.
A humble back story will disabuse this man
but I didn't know she outright owned it.
Yeah, says the moving target in the Bespoke suit.
Well, I don't remember the "Everything Be Irie"
your reluctant offer,
our very real financial struggle.
It'll be nice to get off the streets,
- And gunplay.
look very jaundice-y.
some professional boundaries.
- Oh God! - Thank you, Moira.
You're entitled to keep things private from me.
will end up in an apartment with newspaper for curtains.
- I mean, anything that looks...
there was very heavy foot traffic on the way over.
Hipper than these suits. - Hip!
- And what about the service?
uh, for the proposal.
or are we going through like, a mid-life Goth phase?
I was head-butted by an actual goat.
don't you remember?
because I'm overdressed, I need to look like
if your mother hadn't talked them back up!
which we could do.
All right, let's forget the print-outs.
And if you'd just let me finish the pitch
Off to a good start.
- I know your little secret,
- Oh... what have I been using?
Sorry, what did Mrs. Warner say?
- I think I misspoke.
But then I remembered...
or not? - I'm not.
of an automobile.
Hip we can do!
And what kind of proposal is this, Mr. Rose?
because all of the arrangements have fallen to me!
Okay, then why are you being so weird about it?
- Well, okay, but...
trying to fictionalize
This whole thing is super depressing.