Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You sold your kidney for... [groans] I'm sorry I came.
but we're trying to track down my son's kidney.
For example, I'm white, and my last name is Chavez.
Mr. Turteltaub, I thought our meeting was at 9 a.m.
And be careful, because if Jeremiah Whitewhale catches you,
You don't have to write this book if you don't want to.
In other news, the newly formed Hollywoo "Guild of Assistants"
What?
♪ Or I'm more man than a horse ♪
Uh... go ahead.
Whitewhale's got like a hundred of these. He won't even miss this one.
-What? No. -You can tell me if he attacked you.
Oh, and why's that?
-It appears to be 9:03. -[sighs] Hello.
I don't feel comfortable negotiating without my fellow assistants present.
Oh. No Español? [speaking in Spanish]
Please. Your mother needs a kidney.
Ew.
-Uh... because of the rain? -They got promoted.
Please replenish me with another mar-gar.
Sign right there and your troubles are over.
-[groans] -As I was saying,
Man Who Wasn't There? More like "Man Who Doesn't Wash There."
And since this pattern is so woven into my identity,
Because I cared about you.
is meeting with industry power brokers today
I am in fact working on the book.
Because I already heard that news like 25 years ago, Jorge.
[gasps] You know, there's an opening at my company for a development exec.
Sorry, all our kidneys went to Chicago. Jeremiah Whitewhale bought us out.
Doctor Champ, I am so sorry. I-- [stutters]
-Not yourself. Diane-- -Actually, pretty down is myself.
♪ And I'm trying to hold on to my past ♪
[chuckles] No! That was outside!
[Turteltaub] Mm-hmm.
Look, I can't let you go back there drunk.