Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So beware when you lift the covers, and don't expect apologies.
I love you, so I'm here.
There's breast milk in the fridge.
Wow, I guess we had an earthquake.
I'm gonna sue you for sexual harassment. How about that?
-Why don't you go? -Because I don't care.
I need the bed, Andy.
-...for the first time in far too long. -Okay.
Well, maybe you should be threatened.
Some crazy, weird shit. I was a werewolf--
Andy?
-It might be nothing. -Or it might be chlamydia.
And food. Mostly shit.
...since that dry-cleaner pot club got shut down.
I was thinking that you could handle the poop...
Go, go.
The human body is a complex and mysterious experiment.
Mom?
...but on my way home, Marine View Road is closed.
Everyone, let's see that plastic.
Okay.
-Just normal. -Exactly.
Okay, everyone out. Dancer, Prancer, go tell your own parents.
Adios, losers. I am out of here for good.
I need sleep! One night of sleep! In a bed!
Suddenly everything's fine.
-I play softball. -Well, of course you do.
"Me and Mrs. Jones."
-I'll give you a dollar. Find out. -What am I gonna do...
-I just had a Q-tip in my dick hole. -Cotton-eyed Joe.
Your weed shows up as "beauty products"...
No sounds, no lights, nothing!
-Right, Shane? -See, you're being a buddy...