Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The voice mailbox of...
I know. Dude, I know. Thank you.
Jesus, the dentist. God damn, dude.
...after I paid him to get his teeth drilled to match my dental records.
For the name? Twin Oaks.
Told him when he bought it.
You all remember Lucas Troy.
I assume. And desperately hope.
Well, you would know.
It's just like my birthday party all over again.
Lana, I will hire Kenny Loggins to come here...
That can't possibly be your only regret.
I'll be somewhere in or on top of my building...
Gavin, I will hire Kenny Loggins to come here and play an acoustic set while I slap some sense into you
Oh, my God, not in my face!
Item seven:
He's a kickass agent, a great wingman...
Employee sucks ass at it. Strongly agree.
And your little, whatever, gay innuendos don't even merit a--
Can we have the radio?
We gotta catch him. But then what?
And since there's only one name on this list, you must be Ms. Archer...
She said, oversimplifyingly. Wha--?
And if you want to keep those teeth, missy, you won't suck them at me.
You have wildly underestimated my liver's ability to metabolize toxins
Why, is it pumpkin season? Is that a thing?
You dick. To fund our life together, dude.
No!
Predator only hunts in tropical jungles.
Why don't you have to do it? Well, I would...
Luke, if you really do love me... You know I do.
Ms. Archer's pissed cause a bunch of guns and stuff keep going missing.
What? Boom!
I honestly don't know, but why are you doing that?