Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Nancy, you need to sign these forms.
He probably couldn't understand you with your lame accent.
This cookie is amazing.
Here. Take it.
What? Who is this? What friend?
At some point recently, everything became right or wrong.
You fucking bitch!
As we all know now, I am broke...
He had a beard.
-I heard your cell phone ring. -Andy, I need to sleep.
I totally understand if you need proof.
It's gonna be a lot to carry.
I'll have to check my schedule.
Celia?
Tie her back into the chair and wash your hands, Rodolfo.
Shouldn't that be "more sad?"
That's my plan. Fleeing.
-Excuse me? -Knocked up, private.
...but that doesn't mean I can't charge on my credit card and worry about it later...
I'm thinking of buying some land. Little farm where I can grow pot.
Your friend, Celia.
-Celia? -Celia Hodes.
-Did you have chemo? -Sure. Chemo, radiation.
Hot. Hot.
He always wore wife beaters or tank tops.