Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It was only a seven-hour drive.

Oh, God! [groans]

[Tallulah] Don't you worry, sweetie.

Oh, you want me to be the little spoon?

Now all she talks about is Irish butter.

-♪ La la la la... ♪ -♪ What a treat, my week is so sweet ♪

♪ Oh, piece by piece And now I'm fucked ♪

[man] Boxer versus raptor, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na!

-Here you go. Come on. You're all right. -[groans]

Remember when we tried to sneak in last year?

[gasps] The grand hall.

Just a guy! And I'm ready to have fun. [chuckles]

[groans] ...good night.

Bertie, do you have enough mustard to fill a bath tub?

♪ Maybe we need ♪

♪ Is this the end? ♪

He's the first chef to steal all his recipes from his grandma.

-You dear, delicate, little fool. -[door opens]

Are you mad at me?

But I have to be the worry-wart.

[EMT] We have to pump her stomach.

Ooh! Never mind, I'll just drink the whole bottle.

Shut up, computer. Don't tell me how to doink!

-Are you alive? -[groaning] What?

Then how did you find out?

Yeah, just a bit.

Who even are you?

She's still in surgery. The doctors say all we can do is wait.

Hour three, I was all, "Yep, this is definitely weird."

Some have asked, why bring them together?

Way more useful than the other holes I've put in this building.

[pop music playing]

-Why didn't he call it the boint? -[scoffs]