Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Grant, from the deep, dark dungeons of tyranny.
Is he dead? I don't know.
I'm gonna throw...
why'd you make all this food?
Nigga, that was Friday. Was it?
I just need something to lower my stress.
"We can't move forward looking backwards."
No one does. Yeah, he's got a point there.
We have the right to pursue happiness.
Ho, look at that. That's interesting.
What...? Something's wrong.
You're a cunt, c-head!
We need you around as long as possible to cook
and then you turn all Bobby and Whitney on us.
under arrest for disturbing the peace...
by a burning sensation in the anus
so as to be in compliance with the law.
Breakfast.
No please. I can't handle doctors.
and I'm never, ever gonna do it again.
about legal matters? What does your lawyer say?
we can look it up if you want. No big deal.
Wait, does anyone have a light?
so I'm listening to him.
call your doctor. If you cannot move or talk
This is your TV.
and rectal fungus. Almost all who took it
Hurry up and get to the point
going on tour with the Fat Boys or something.
and there's nothing wrong with that.
Robert. Robert?
You know, he's always been a little strange.
Because I'm really, really, really, really old.