Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

to talk about how we distance ourselves from this fakakte mishegoss.

Anyway, the real reason I'm calling is,

I'm Courtney's asexual fake fiancé.

-Henrietta? -Okay, we're doing this?

-Can I keep him? -[audience] Aww.

It's this algebra homework that gives me the blues.

-X-axis? Y-axis? -[panting and gasping]

as a man gets to feel all the time.

Holy shit, I'm holding a gun. How long has this been in my hand?

Maybe, eventually, she'll recognize you. And then you can totally rip into her.

Put on a live episode of Horsin' Around in the nursing home.

So you see I'm really quite ordinary and relatable.

-[vibrations and buzzing] -Oh, dear.

Second, I'm not Japanese.

We did not get a "Cheers."

woven into the savage architecture of our country itself,

[Bea] I can't believe you came back.

-connected to a sandwich shop in Temecula. -Is that right?

♪ That I'm more horse than a man ♪

You probably recall when she soared as the thorny horticulturist

Where's my orange juice, slag?

but perhaps popularized in the modern imagination by stories of--

because I was so sure there'd be other days to say them.

-Where have you been? -Listen.

I'll come out and say hello. And she'll say, "BoJack? Is that you?"

No wonder that guy at the gas station didn't charge me for the Red Vines.

into giving me her night-night pills.

not to recognize me after my shaky choir solo in eighth grade.

and a man's temperament.

-Hey, Ethan, who's your friend? -[Olivia] Ethan made a friend?

-The only thing I like is rap music songs. -[groaning and panting]

for an afternoon, why don't you just read one of your father's manuscripts

[grunting and moaning]

Here's something I'm just now reading on a cue card.

I snuck up on you on purpose as a symbol for the alarming creep of dementia.