Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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