Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You always could play the fool, BoJack.

-Okay... -Then after the show,

[breathless gasp] Whoa...

-Guys, sharing is caring! -[grunts]

Mom, do you really not know who I am? Me, famous BoJack?

Oh, it's gonna be great! I can't wait to see the look on her face.

-You know I hate guns, right? -I know.

-Why would I... -You know Courtney Portnoy.

born fully formed from the ass of Satan.

when we tell you our stories.

In parking garages, walking the street, even at work.

-Hi, Mom. -Do I know you?

I wouldn't want to be around one of those ladies

You can do anything if you believe in yourself.

BoJack, what happened to the fudgesicles I bought?

I thought that was gonna go the other way.

But if they already do feel unsafe,

Like, what are we doing sitting in a conference room?

I'm tired of trying to help men understand

Can't keep getting caught off guard.

But now, she's gonna die

-and I can sleep on the couch. Right? -[groans]

Yup, she sure remembers all the important people.

I wonder if there's a way to make math fun.

You're not being paid for polite conversation.

All the ladies are getting concealed carry permits.

Hush, Henrietta. That's my son on the television.

You want to watch another Horsin' Around episode?

-You have no idea... -Yes. I have no idea?

All this time you thought I was just another damsel in distress,

to put the power in my own hands.

you gotta worry about!

Maybe I could put something in that sweet mouth of yours

then my trouser-maidens lift the legs simultaneously to avoid wrinklage.

- but I'm afraid you were mis... guided. -[gun cocks]