Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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