Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I wanted to set up a meeting, but my assistant went on strike,

it's imprudent to send the message you don't respect our time.

Instead of "billable hours," I wrote, "Billy Bob showers!"

Nobody's noticed! They keep sending me checks.

Mike, give it a rest.

Do you want to help Mom,

because I'm technically still on the payroll.

You did. I was being poetic and you ruined it.

I'd have to think about it. I've never rea--

Well, this was a pointless excursion. I'm heading back to the hospital.

-Hey! -Why do you always fight me?

But then how do you explain the one horse I do care about,

-Whoa! [exhales] -[grumbles]

That line hadn't touched water in its life."

-Because the world is mean! -Not my world!

Oh, my God, is this what therapy is?

-Are we sure about this? -Okay, Doctor Champ, clearly, you--

You read serious books and listen to Sirius XM.

and finally hold myself accountable for my actions, past and future.

My parents gave me an internalized self-hatred of horses.

Todd, get in the trash can.

I'm sorry, what?

-Oh? -[inhales, exhales]

Why? Those are assistants.

-[Ruthie coos] -[groans]

[glasses clanking]

-Wow, that was amazing! -No. That was logical and straightforward.

To start these negotiations on the right foot,

We've drawn up a new collective agreement.

Any day now, you're gonna get promoted to agent and sign a brand-new contract,

When I was an assistant,

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey! Stop the car. Let me out here.

Get out of there now! Do you read me?