Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's a… I matched up with somebody on Tinder.

And I hope you feel it, Clark.

Um, for the record, I love your hair.

You must be the reporter that we've been expecting.

We are three different demons.

You know, my son has a major, big-time crush on you.

Look, it-- it's really important that when you write this article,

"And I'm not gonna give you any fun food."

Tom, Mohsin, let's just do it right now.

Hmm. I represent a large streaming service,

-Yeah. -Uh, of course I did.

But right now, Clark's main mission is to get this interview done. So let's…

No! No, no, no, no, no, no!

Is it no pants day?

Well, why would we give two shits if you're in trouble?

-That's gorgeous. -Añejo.

Poked and prodded by pitchforks. Now we're getting somewhere.

Yeah, um, listen. I'm just gonna reschedule with Clark.

-You're lying to me, aren't you? -Uh, no, I'm not.

But I mean, who doesn't, right?

If you write me up without writing Tom up,

That's okay. Thank you.

-of, uh, sharing, uh, things… -Yeah. Yeah.

or the other organized religions, or even the disorganized ones.

-Australian! -Australian.

-I knew you didn't like my hair. -No, no, I meant--

Kind of a feast, you know, as a display of love.

Anyway, it doesn't matter.

-How'd you get here so fast? -Cut across backyards like I always do.

Yeah. I thought so, if that's okay.

-It's glazed with tequila. -That's what I thought. Oh God.

I'm sure your dad's gonna be fine.

Um… I'm really sorry I didn't get a chance to tell you guys.

How do you know I drive a Hyundai?

We could be-- we could be grabbed and we could be flayed, skinned alive.

Bill Withers, huh?

A little glazed pimento loaf?

Well, I'm not so sure about the significance of the glowing, per se?