Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yup, she sure remembers all the important people.

But now, she's gonna die

-Guys, sharing is caring! -[grunts]

-Okay... -Then after the show,

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

You're not being paid for polite conversation.

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

you gotta worry about!

Can't keep getting caught off guard.

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

You always could play the fool, BoJack.

I'm tired of trying to help men understand

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

to put the power in my own hands.

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

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

All the ladies are getting concealed carry permits.

Maybe I could put something in that sweet mouth of yours

born fully formed from the ass of Satan.

You want to watch another Horsin' Around episode?

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

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

-Hi, Mom. -Do I know you?

I thought that was gonna go the other way.

[breathless gasp] Whoa...

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

when we tell you our stories.

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

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

But if they already do feel unsafe,

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

BoJack, what happened to the fudgesicles I bought?

You can do anything if you believe in yourself.

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

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