Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...with a gun to my head.

We could go to the office, get the pre-approval in order.

I'd rather just have you gone.

Don Clifford wants his floors clean.

Yeah. My guy knows his stuff.

- Jimmy. - Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?

- You okay? - Yeah, no.

- Jimmy, I just said I didn't wanna know. - Hey, we need the water.

No, and I won't until it's rock solid. Like, offer-letter-in-hand solid.

I'll spare you the gory details, but it was a deal and a half.

I heard that the key is you have to keep this bag inflated.

And what's that?

♪ It's such a fine and natural sight ♪

Hey, I-- I said all along you're too good for those clowns.

How's that gonna happen if it wasn't his?

You gonna let this person victimize you twice?

♪ Oh, it feels so good to know She waits at the end of the night ♪

- What are you doing? - Hey, Doug. Got a juicer for the office.

...then it was you, and that's not your fault.

What do you think?

Backwards only.

There's no point in me doing this if I can't be myself.

This is your chance to show the world that.

And listen, I don't ever wanna hear the word "permit" again, capiche?

I want you in my office.

♪ Sweet, sweet city woman ♪

Figure out which one you're gonna be.

I don't know what to say.

- How much was the desk? - Seven thousand dollars.

Uh, yeah, it's open.

"Dearest Clifford."

My client sued her former company, which she and her ex split in their settlement.

Yeah, give me a carton.

What? Cliff, if this is about the bagpipes--