Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- This has gotta be it. Cooke's playroom when he was a kid.

One hundred adults and their replicants were issued a pupa

and decided on a course of action.

- Our work here is done. BOTH: Ah.

- No. Oh, it's Kathy Bates!

- Man, this sucks! That hot dog was art.

I hate Earth. It's a horrible home.

- They look like mushy green straws.

Go cry to your whore mother.

Pupa can't join in. He always gets paint all over himself,

It should've been me that died in that vat of cookie dough at Mrs. Fields!

We got an anonymous tip that children were being turned

- Principal Cooke, can you please tell the Stacis to stop this?

This isn't Bojack Horseman.

- Geez Louise, we gotta get our life together

- Quick, Yum, what do you know about jazz?

- Too early to tell, sir.

[rumbling] [Korvo screams]

- I don't know, I think his dad seems rad.

First, tunnel alligators don't exist, only rats that cook French food.

Well, I am done.

- You're literally impossible! [grunts]

without getting eaten by the tunnel alligators,

- Well, shit, they're drinking herbal tea and clearly paying household bills