Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I can see the future, Daniel.
- Uh, password.
- Because I love you.
- [clears throat] Hey, Angel.
- Yeah, she's the best. - Yeah.
- Oh, a bottle of wine for the birthday girl, huh?
This is over.
- This sucks.
Everything okay? - Yeah, we're fine.
I mean, you do believe Maggie's a psychic, right?
- Uh, you didn't even open it yet.
- Wow. You threw that right in my face.
when you're not looking.
- Okay, shh. Don't think. Just move.
- Yeah. [both laugh]
- I don't understand.
- Mm-hmm.
I walked into a glass door this morning.
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- I mean, come on. Come on, man. What do you want me to say?
- I love it. - It looks pretty.
- I, I don't get it.
- Hey, hey. Let's not worry about the future right now.
- Dammit! - That's whimsical as hell.
because of your weird, crumbly tooth.
- What did he say?
Happy birthday.
Ew, this is not my Fanta.
[door opens, closes]