Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

woven into the savage architecture of our country itself,

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where's my orange juice, slag?

[grunting and moaning]

Second, I'm not Japanese.

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

You probably recall when she soared as the thorny horticulturist

-Where have you been? -Listen.

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

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

Anyway, the real reason I'm calling is,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm Courtney's asexual fake fiancé.

and a man's temperament.

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

♪ That I'm more horse than a man ♪

as a man gets to feel all the time.

We did not get a "Cheers."

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

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

-[vibrations and buzzing] -Oh, dear.

-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

into giving me her night-night pills.