Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I told you yesterday to haul that trash out of the basement.
And then I knocked your toothbrush into the toilet.
I slept there last night.
Holy-- Holy cow.
It's better than going to a random patch like some loser
Mike Pence to Donald Trump:
No. No!
Now, where's those hoops picks?
What's with the signs?
-It's just eating away at you, isn't it? -No.
Well, as of today, I am a proud parent...
...if I could use your apartment to order some food.
I'm your neighbor...
-It's the most powerful one they make. -I feel like I'm holding a blender.
WHO ARE YOU WITH?
that car was my last germ-free Sanctuary I slept there last night
If you guys wouldn't mind, I would like to ward off dementia.
-That's it. -Address.
Such a sweet kid
Janitors' meeting.
Such a sweet kid!
Those kids with the spray paint, God love them.
...cleaning out those old carpets and scrap wood.
HOLY COW
I mean, you gotta look quick, but they're there.
Would you get these signs out of here, please?
I don't wanna give you any of my germs.
Don't forget to use the Plax too.
Damn it!
I hope you don't mind baking-soda flavor.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute. The broad jump.
There. Now something of yours has been in the toilet.
Is this about money? Yeah this is about money!
-Yeah? -It's Jenna.
No. Stings the throat. Anyway, so I was coming along here.
78 West 86th Street, apartment 3E.
I'd like an order of supreme flounder, number 47.