Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Me, I've got a more unorthodox skill set.
- Let's go. Let's go. - Go on, get them, Donovan.
Do you think I'm that shallow? Do you really think I am that shallow?
Et cetera, et cetera.
It's a gluten-free Neruda cranberry walnut bread.
Just go out there and kick some ass, Mike. Go.
- But I got the kids to take care of. - You don't have the kids. I got the kids.
I need to change my sheets.
Just put up some screens, get the ball to Donovan. You'll do great.
Hey, lady.
Before we can help you with your dream, we have to know what it is.
Oh, God.
I'm going to be a millionaire.
- Ladies, enjoy. - Oh, thanks. Thank you.
We're all right. Okay.
The patchouli oil alone should have sent me running.
A croissant folded around Maya Angelou's "Phenomenal Woman," for example.
Any subject, any time. I mean, these people were available.
- You didn't let it lapse again, did you? - No. I mean, sort of.
At night, I open the window And ask the moon to come
Say, I'm having a little open house on Saturday.
Wait, what is that supposed to mean?
- He's a turd. You know he's a turd. - He loves me, Ray.
... and homeowners' associations and greedy, beauty-queen ex-wives.
No-nonsense advice from the guy who's seen it all."
- Where the hell have you been? - Oh, my God!
Shot happens We know that
I've been really concerned about you.
Fucker had me hit with three citations in the first six months alone.
What about you, Ray? Have you considered your winning tool?
So did you have any luck with this?
What an asshole!
Where the hell is she? Where is she?
Tanya.
No, Lotte, it wasn't a good feeling.
- I'm gonna be a millionaire. - No, no, no.
- Why are you showing me this? - That's my ad.
Now you're just hung!
- He's just a friend. - Come on, Darb.
... the headwaters of a river of failure.
Yeah, you got Donnie.
Everybody has at least one, so no excuses.
Maybe for like a percentage of some kind.