Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...so I can insult people's cooking all over the globe.
...I have to eat sheep face. Wait a minute.
Also, that I'd get raped and murdered.
Well, people in hell want ice water.
If Getyarn gets its incompetent thumb out of its equally incompetent ass!
Why? No, I was being facetious.
And the clock is ticking, my friend.
...and for some inexplicable reason, they have to do that undercover, so...
...mark my words, one day soon, we'll be a major player.
Okay, A, he's not a goldfish, and B-- Please don't berate me.
Seriously, Mitzi, how hard is that?
Absolutely yes. Come on I need the tongues first...
There was a threat of some sort, it's all rather vague...
...and murder him with his own shoes, to-- Fire the entrées!
A toast. To His Excellency...
Sure, um... Mitzi. My name is not Mitzi. Walk-in. Now.
Not you, Chet. You look like a dinosaur's tampon.
Right away, chef.
Boom. Bumper.
Ew. And whose fault is that?
So not only do I have to create a meal out of yogurt and a goddamn sheep's head...
Seize. I'm sorry, we have nothing available for the next 10 months.