Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-[Myc] Give it to him! -[Gigi] Yeah, girl!
Thank you, and enjoy the shrimp.
[in singsong] Drama.
I knew God didn't exist. Ow!
J.R. Scheimpough, the most entitled person I know,
Let's see, we've got a pharaoh, Aristotle…
My hunch about you from day one was right.
Sorry, Brett. [grunts]
[suspenseful music plays]
[yells] Damn you, mushroom!
He's a human who became a dolphin,
Jesus, I've seen potato clocks with more RAM.
-[Reagan exhales] -Kiddo?
You've been preparing for this job since you were six years old.
And, uh, where the hell are we?
I'm not murdering anyone!
[ethics bot] Ethics aren't ethical?
-[grunts] -Go for the jugular, Reagan.
The time has come… [exhales]
Oh, I also upgraded Myc's weird jerk-off machine
[sighs]
And why would I do that?
-Gigi, are you the mole? -No!
-Unethical. -Whoa, Reagan. A little timeout.
With all due respect, sir, that's what I'm counting on.
Ah.
[all shouting and arguing]
J.R., my team has worked harder than ever to deliver on our missions, and--
But best of all, no more shitty tote bags.
[laughs] Am I right, folks?
Guys, okay, I can explain.
[Myc laughs] This guy is a pistol. Why don't we hang out more, man?
This company has been an old boys' club for years.
One door rings true, one door spells doom.
-Oh my gosh! -Jesus Christ.
The place we disappear people to
I'm proud of myself for raising you.
The one we don't speak about. You got a brain under that hot face?
-I want gifts. -[Reagan] Guys. Hey, guys.
Finally, it's gonna be a Deep State you can trust.
He's got the motive. He's got department-head clearance.
Gigi Luigi?
by cleaning up the place.
[grunts]
-You've been trying to deport Myc? -[laughing]
Do you need a hug?
I even created an ethics bot
You still tryin' to scramble up to the top of that greasy pyramid?
Okay, whoever did this wanted to take down J.R.
-[tires screech] -[gasps] Sweet baby Jesus.