Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Have I told you about my old writing partner

It was such a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Theodore.

You're like clowns... circus clowns.

We're not even gonna bid on this fucker.

Oh well, a marvelous idea. Have you ever considered being a writer?

- How's that drink coming, Mama? - Escapade sweetheart,

and I'm serving shit food to shit people.

so you fucking owe this to me, okay?

See? That's your problem right there.

I don't know what is.

Whoo! Good luck with your revenge.

- Oh my God. - Whoa.

- And the sisters are friends. - Calvados.

with guys in suits. And they're all part of...

Ugh, I know. I'm a sci-fi writer too.

(honks horn) Let's go.

- We could just call AAA. - No.

No no, that's an RDD. Are you insane?

And one of them gets murdered, so it's personal for the other one,

- It's a perfect movie. - Argh!

You're in charge.

We have to kind of turn it into a computerized cartoon?

I'm in the seat named for the proverbial catbird.

- No no, that supply closet... I can't. - Okay.

it's unfilmable. I mean, what does he expect?

- Step on it. - Okay.

I'm intrigued by popular art forms.

teams up with this rapper named Prejudice,

But then we ended up carpooling. What?

Yeah, it's gotta be personal.

And stop watching me. I can see it out of my peripheral vision.