Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and order shall be returned. Hey, you.

I was doing the whole, like, turn a frown upside-down.

Hello, sad clown.

Back during the gold rush when a man staked a claim,

Short for scooter pie.

Preaching to the choir.

I don't care if it wasn't good first-date conversation,

Could you be any cuter with the new hair colour?

You know what else stands up for itself?

- Ms Tracy, we'll go ahead... - Can you give me one sec?

gets to stay here two more nights.

It's Dr Dorian. I don't need to be looked after.

I hate scooter pies.

- Thanks for paging her. - How could you?

But thanks, Bambi.

Not if he enjoys a big fat cup of crazy.

You know why? Because you just don't have the mettle.

There's me who never wants to let anyone down, you know, ever.

Doing a little drilling?

that could push my headache into a full-blown migraine.

With so many balls in the air, sometimes it gets a little overwhelming.

Maybe someone spent the morning

because I wanted you to think I was brainy.

- What did you do? - What did you do?