Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He even threw my notebook in the trash.
The dream team.
I couldn't; Oscar's the writer.
It's pleasant, or is it safe?
of unconditional emotional support.
Structure's good. Okay.
Wow. Look who turns into Chris Rock when he's hungry.
At first I thought you were crazy for being so picky,
Oh, sure.
and you ruined what was supposed to be
In fact, tell whoever gave you that hickey
It doesn't shy away from attention, but it knows
My one solid food a day.
Step one: select the perfect bun.
How'd you get out of the tent?
The camera does not lie.
It's the kind of bun that's comfortable at a bar, or a Bar Mitzvah.
(loudly): shut up?!
What would make you love it?
don't we need a picture of me for the book flap?
See, I can make race jokes, too.
Like day-old bread makes great croutons,
Oh, yeah, he does work fast.
Emily, can I get a drink here?
Like being wrapped in bacon, sitting on a donut.
I didn't dig.
What about it?
What?
"It was down to the final stretch.
I'd like to ask everyone to take a knee.
Yes, you were born.
It's killing all of us... you smell like a hamster cage.
You know what?
Yes.
Oh, it's my friend the gazelle.
Murph, the reason the publishers keep asking me to write
Oscar, you could have killed someone.
you can't see the sad truth about yourself
It's funny, you live in denial for so long,
"No touching."
I didn't.