Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Where the fuck are we going?
-Yes, thanks. Great. -Yeah.
[buzzing]
You know, the price of gold fluctuates, but, uh...
Darling, that is not how I work.
Cleaned?
most survivors were a little bit paranoid about putting their money in banks,
and there was glass everywhere.
[keyboard keys clacking]
because I wanted them under my fucking bed?
Then you're gonna marry me.
Like, if you think about it, you can't do it anymore.
Anyway, after the war, you know,
Look. I am sorry that I yelled at you for just trying to be a nice person, okay?
I don't need to go to see a therapist. No offense to you, but I...
Slipped in the shower. Uh, bathtub electrocution.
I'm a shadow, man.
I told you that wouldn't work, and therapy is one of my biggest fears.
It's me. I'm your friend. You gave me a haircut.
It's a statement on narcissism and waste...
-Are your parents alive? -Yeah, you?
Look, has Nadia ever told you about her mother?
Hey, hey, could you not touch my stuff, please?
Why?
What do you mean?
and then just reliving the same day.
I knew she was unhappy.
I know she's not gonna remember any of that, but that was so great.
-Alan, it's okay. You know-- -No.
-Please don't roll your eyes at me. -No. No. No, no, no.
I was hit by a car.
I find highly comforting.
May-- No. No, I definitely don't.
Hey. Hey, Horse.
Hey, 'cause the thing is it's so great every time.
Hey, Alan. Guess what, man?
I love you, but...
No, man, it's-- it's not you.