Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I may have sent an email to my boss about my boss

You could have saved us both five years.

No, it's preparing to pass a brisket through my vagina.

How much coke are you on right now?

Then we have failed.

Not me. Life's too short, unless you drink my smoothies.

Cynthia, this is not about resin ID codes.

It's just anxiety, Grace. Why don't you tell your anxiety,

You know, I'm not really hungry.

Let's see, what was I supposed to do? Corn...

and then the market value dropped from 16 billion to 9 in less than a year.

- You claustrophobic, too? - Actually, no.

Probably why she didn't tell you.

No need to use that word yet.

- Here, I got you. - (Mallory groaning)

That was three hours ago. I'm fine now. Call the hospital, tell them we're coming!

But who's being judgemental now?

- Yeah? - Yeah.

That I wouldn't know anything because I've never been pregnant.

They are condescending.

You know what? I'll marinate the chicken myself.

You see, a few years back, uh, Sol and I were in New York on a business trip,

I don't want to just share secret looks.

Mom, I got this.

You know what, don't give me that shit.

and it was a pretty big deal for us.

"Hey there, anxiety, I'm not going to let you rule me."