Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-I'm having a good time, too. -Nice.

-Trim. -A trim?

Huh. Yeah, I guess I'll have to figure my own thing out.

-Okay, you just made it weird. -Yeah, stop being so weird, Bob.

Right? I had an eye patch for a month.

Yeah, he's read everything I've already written.

And Sam's actually in there.

I... hope it's nothing like that. She, um...

when one door closes, it, um... also opens.

-Yeah, well... -I only think you think that

I'm gonna go roast a chicken.

H-H-Hold on, dude.

And what if she gets it?

-Right. -Right.

You know? 'Cause, like, is it a friend thing?

I have to fill this out.

Aw, you never let me have my way with your locks.

But seeing as I haven't heard from her,

by security guards?

I doubt she wants my advice.

I'll eat two for me.

-She'll be here in a sec. -Hold on, dude, I'm dealing with this stupid townie.

and that chicken will say everything better

All right, all right, small tent.

Well, you haven't written anything new?

Yeah, take those chicken legs back where they belong,

Just shoot me a text, and I'll, I'll tell you when and where.

Girl, a bus ride and a job interview are not risks.

It's Boss Baby. The baby's the boss.

Tell her she needs to stay with me longer.

but I was still recognized, all right?

'Cause then you go to jail.

Then you sprinkle it really liberally with salt