Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, he's got some stuff going on, romantically.
Well, our show is streamed nationwide, but I could tell from the Caller ID,
Maybe I'm too reticent on the advice front. What would I say?
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
Last week, some clown wandered into a KGOV live broadcast.
CHUCK: (ON RADIO) I'm not saying he should have done what he did.
You know what? Don't even answer that.
but she dates guys you'd find in a "most eligible bachelors on the planet" catalog,
That's the ticket.
Hey, word of advice. Try not getting arrested the day after you're quoted
- Just trying to help. - Thank you.
(SIGHS)
and now you're like some whackjob who doesn't shower enough.
- SASHA: You asked for it. Tell her, Miss Lynch. - JANE LYNCH: Bitch, get a clue!
Do you think one of her lovers did this?
- Delightful. - Sasha gave it as good as she got.
The more PMS-y she acted, the more fired up my listeners got.
Or French. What about French?
Why spoil it by talking about it?
to the disappearance of the underclass.
I don't know. Just saw her in action briefly. She was quite fiery.
Besides, Peyton and I,
but what does it matter? Because
- But I know what I saw. - Okay.
You know, I, uh...
(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY) Okay, Sasha and I bumped uglies a couple times,
This brain you're on? She's a bit of an ass.
(IN SOUTHERN ACCENT) that's my real voice, y'all.
I missed a call from him yesterday and I haven't heard back.
That's better.
she destroyed my chances with every station manager on the West Coast.
What makes us think you're Cheated On In Chattanooga?
- You look like you've got something. - Listen to this.
He, he practically admitted to killing him.
If you want to sue the city, I can put you in touch with someone.
They're fairly certain I put the moon in the sky.
Me.
Please.
But I can't stress enough the importance of finding him.
You...
Oh! No.
The only way that ad gets on the recording is if Jane plants it there.
Where's a vat of bleach when you need one?
- but that time I had it coming. - Why is that?
WOMAN: (ON RADIO) ... dripping with aged cheddar cheese.
You know the, uh, Emily Sparrow disappearance?