Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Jerry Plembladd, L.A. Weekly.
You okay, bro?
Don't be scared. See? We're okay.
Hi, I'm Joy. Alex!
Kiss me!
I can't believe you're letting him conjoin with you guys.
[ Panting ]
Ron... Oh, wait. What?
I was amazing at it.
You gotta think of yourself like a rock.
[ Gasps ] A call.
Thanks a lot, Mom. You set off all the booby traps.
Oh, you can't stand to see me finally over you.
Hello, Mr. Salt.
[ Recorders playing ] You won't find any condoms here.
Mr. Salt: "Condom Found in Woman's Can"?
then so be it.
[ Cackling, thunder crashing ]
No, I'm just going to -- a funeral.
Five!
Mr. Salt, the dinner's in an hour.
We're gonna have a fancy celebration dinner,
Eh, and you did look past some of my baggage.
Aw, this one looks nice.
Almost as soft as the llama I met hiking Machu Picchu.
It means you're a shit parent.
They're all the pieces that make up your smile.