Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-The candles, the bed sex? -I don't know, Frankie.
And you know why? Because you're being stubborn and unreasonable.
-Yeah. Yeah. -Great! Amazing!
She likes to be in charge of answering questions.
-OK. -Yeah, of course.
We have work to do. Our venue is not exactly ideal.
And you know who? You!
-OK, Fatty. -OK, would you stop?
- Where is the doctor? - Does anybody work here?
The one that you're technically sexually harassing?
You are not getting off the hook that easy, mister.
-Goodness. -What?
That's not a... a Hebrew name.
and I'll bet there are plenty of chaplains around here.
-No, no, no! Drought, drought! -Oh.
And as infuriating as that is...
-I'm gonna go get us coffee. -All right.
-Eh. -Stop!
-Robert, how are you? -They're gonna put a tube in my groin.
I think it would be best if we did this as soon as possible
-Well, good. That's better. -Better for whom?
Sol, she doesn't want to talk.
Forgive me. I...
I really fucked up.
Honestly, you didn't even have to come.
There you are.
-Why would I want to perform it? -Because you're the last option.
-Why her? -I said "cheery."