Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Nance, I got a plan.
You can't buy a beach house for a hundred K.
-I wanna go. -If you want to go home...
Bye, then.
Captain Till, there's a tunnel.
Fuck that.
Go.
Plus, you people can't write for shit. That's even sadder.
-What the fuck? -Exactly.
Andy, who's having a baby?
-We'll get lunch after. How about that? -How about that?
It'll be okay, sweetie.
...to stay with my sister for a while. Your Aunt Jill.
-If I get some infection-- -It wasn't exactly a thrill for me.
-No, no, get some sleep. -But--
-What? -She had radiation, chemo--
It's a new sibling for you guys...
Well, we're all gonna die. What's it mean anyway?
Goddamn it. I said stop.
-And nobody's paying. -Fine.
No. I don't.
She's abusive.
That's a terrible plan.
Hello?
-How Van Gogh. -What?
You are a mean person.