Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He smells like fuel.

I wish there was someone to help me get through the door.

This is a tiny airport. We get, like, one aeroplane a day.

Oh, my God! Is that back in town?

So how about you get your selfish ass in there?

How'd you get chocolate cake?

You got cake. They guy said they didn't have any.

No. We're done talking now.

Fine! Maybe I got too involved, but would it kill you to acknowledge

- He had, like, a massive heart attack. - I'm sorry for your loss.

who-gave-you-this-number issue.

- Come on. I don't want... - Relax, would you?

And now, with your help, I'm gonna rub it in his face, OK?

Elliot did a tongue-dance in Franklyn's ear

Oh, come on. No, it isn't.

I can't wait to chronicle this one. Oh, God.