Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What is your winning tool?
So this pregnant lady steps into my office.
All right?
Hi, Lotte.
Or a raisin loaf with Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken" swirled in.
You do a side gig. Used to be stocks...
What did I give you a cell phone for, huh?
What did we agree on? You always keep the ringer on.
Clearly, I was stupid enough to have completely bought into it.
...to tide me over. - Right.
You know, if you want my opinion, it's this ad or persona or whatever.
What do you mean, you changed your mind?
No, you're right. Better safe than sorry.
- Put the fucking tulips back. - Fuck off, Ray. They're my bulbs.
Excuse me. Is this "Unleash Your Inner Entrepreneur"?
Now I see why. Look at your house. My God.
...because of your big penis, then all I feel is sorry for you.
One more D in Chemistry, Kuzneski's ass is on the bench.
All right.
A homecoming, cheerleading, stupid-ass beauty queen.
Good. Nice, Makoski, nice.
No, I'm not getting at that.
Of course we do.
Of your face.
"Ed, my kid's on dope. What do I do?"
Drecker.
Hello?
Wait, this Friday? No, I got a game.
What would I tell them if they saw me now? That I'm not to blame? It's not my fault?
Is what my thing?
It's all right. They were able to contain the fire.
... but somehow I couldn't get the idea out of my head.
Something that helps you get that very special job done.
...and keep on going. Damn the torpedoes.
And it all starts right here in Detroit...
So, what's the point I'm trying to make here?
Anybody seen my daughter?
Shit happens. We know that.
Yeah. That and this fire thing.
Come on. Let's do it.
You were beautiful and athletic...
I'm not in the mood to pitch tonight, Floyd...
Let's go.
Okay, I didn't actually say that.