Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, come on. No, it isn't.
Fine! Maybe I got too involved, but would it kill you to acknowledge
Elliot did a tongue-dance in Franklyn's ear
You got cake. They guy said they didn't have any.
- Come on. I don't want... - Relax, would you?
Damn!
- He had, like, a massive heart attack. - I'm sorry for your loss.
So how about you get your selfish ass in there?
who-gave-you-this-number issue.
This is a tiny airport. We get, like, one aeroplane a day.
No. We're done talking now.
I wish there was someone to help me get through the door.
It's on me.
Yeah.
He smells like fuel.
And now, with your help, I'm gonna rub it in his face, OK?
I can't wait to chronicle this one. Oh, God.
How'd you get chocolate cake?
Oh, my God! Is that back in town?