Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, Liz.
Maybe... the two of you could go get the soup?
Okay, you can stay.
One of the elite.
No, no, no. This is a dream.
You said the same thing about C.C.
No, I know you can say that. But what do I call you?
They said it was a flu shot.
Well, he's finally asleep.
How's he doing?
Wow. That does not sound right.
It's the one thing I do for myself every year. And I am going.
When did I walk barefoot near an ox?
A Puerto Rican.
Hey, Cerie. What is this text you sent me supposed to mean?
I'll see what I can do.
The agency would fire me if they knew I was having guests.
No way, dude. If you're working, I'm working.
Turning down a flu shot on moral grounds, coming into work and risking your health
There! I said it! Are you happy?
Well, are you coming over tonight?
They don't need soup. They need medicine.
I wish you would exercise my muscles...
Attention, ladies and germs...