Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Isn't that sad?

isn't the greatest idea of all time!

This is so weird. I swear I remember this one.

Could've been a Freudian nightmare. We gotta find him his own place stat.

Totally. Love him. Hate her.

Thanks, I think?

I'm sorry if our huge commission comes in two weeks too late

I… I'm sorry. I… I can't do this.

You think you can handle that?

-Oh! Oh God! -Oh my God. Um…

It'll deaden the sphincter reflex, and then, pah! I'm in.

You buy underwear for your son?

A kind of guru, once.

I am an art collector, Mr. James.

but yeah, sure, I'm done.

And you know that that only happened because--

I'm madder now than when I went in.

What, poppers and a prayer?

Hey, Richard, look, I've been wrestling with my buyer for the last half hour.

You know what, never mind. I gotta go.

All my biggest buyers are coming.

Because we have so much in common.

My lover, he died 23 years ago.

Uh… Mr. James.

What man? What man? That's the whole point. There is no man.

Oh my God! You are.