Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I also think I'm broke, my ex-wife is up my ass...
You pimp men?
Ten percent to start, all right?
Her and Ronnie raise like half her budget.
Anyway, don't worry about the wallet. How was it?
I feel like a freaking mortgage broker.
See, my parents gave us this house free and clear.
These kids do not need their lives compared to bugs carrying balls of dung.
Are you mad about the solo?
... faster, slower, grind left, grind right.
Then why are you still here?
You know, I'm planning on leaving Wagner & Finch too.
But what proof do I have that you're a good pimp, Tanya?
- Hey, baby. - Oh, God, Ray.
Flex, lick, lay down, sit up, stand...
Who said it? Why?
Just fix the house, okay?
Flex.
I don't eat sausage.
Good thing I was an athlete.
All this here gotta be gutted to the bones.
Should we go celebrate?
When Ronnie isn't working, he can join us too.
Yeah, I want to try one of your guys.
...and I'm willing to offer your clients a significant discount.
- She could post my name on the Internet. - Paranoia will destroy you, Ray.
- Me too. - They just told you to clear out your desk?
- Can you see it now? - Kind of.
Oh, my God! God, Ray, no.
I think like a man.
You're not my only screamer.
But okay.
Are you gonna get to these changes soon? Not everybody is quitting tomorrow.
You know, in the foreplay department.
Hey, coach. Mind closing the door?
An arm that's now got its hand around my throat.
Women are a little insecure, so tell her she looks good.
Can I call you Dick?
- You have any deodorant? - Deodorant?