Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- First time I've heard you complain. - Hi-ho! Ha, ha.
Woodhouse. What are you doing? - Uh, sitting down, sir.
- Hooray. Dig in. Wow.
- Yes... The what? - I call him Fister Roboto.
Now then. We want this to look like a classic hooker-murder-suicide...
Yeah, she so totally does.
Then I throw myself in front of Utne, shielding him with my supple body...
"It Does Smell Vaguely Poisonous."
Take his mind off Lana's huge, Johnny Benchian fingers.
Ugh. The Organization of Douche bags In... In...
The local Zambezi tribesman called human flesh "long pig". Never much cared for it.
six gummy bears and some Scotch.
so absolutely nothing can go wrong.
- Why? - I think there's, like, a racial component.
God, Cyril, would you go?
No one is bringing a date, so don't you bring a date.
Nyet. Under no circumstances are you to harm the hostess. Who, um...
- And what is this we're eating? - It smells vaguely poisonous.
she probably never had time to learn to drive.
Do you not even skim the briefings in your inbox?
Don't use this. She switches all the labels on her medicine.
to kill Torvald Utne. - Okay. And the second?