Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Every day they're having babies.
-One, two, three. -Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm back.
-No one? -And I'm in the Z's.
-You're full of shit. -Ask her yourself.
It's so simple and yet so delicious.
I don't know.
-Please let me sleep. -No.
However, this is gorgeous.
Life is cheap. People die, and people have babies.
Hello?
-Thanks for ruining it for me. -Don't worry, there's two.
Andy.
Yeah, listen, I'm broke and she's my ex...
You are supposed to wipe from front to back.
They're gonna slice out your corneas, your kidneys, your lungs.
...just to confirm that you had one.
No magical "weed only" sign at the entrance.
...the doctor I've chosen, that in your flat stomach...
At least until she pops and then we flee to Denmark.
Hello?
-You're just an idiot. You know that? -What?
-You're back. She's back. -Yeah.
Not the whole, "let's go for a drive, and then we'll pull over and I'll shoot you."
-Excuse me? -Celia.