Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

who, by the way, currently resides in a gorgeous
-Yes. -Just so you could make that pun?
(Distorted) no!
No. [chuckles] I'm not breaking up with you.
Is this what you really think of me?
Fuck that! Let's do some fucking shots, bitch!
who doesn't run on a charger,
You have earned a fling with a random dude.
[sighing] Well, I get it.
We saw you making out…
-You want me to shake the seltzer? -I drink everything shaken!
But no, the only thing that could bring me peace
[J.R. laughs] Oh wow.
[Myc] Whatever, dude, you love weed. We get it.
Ever since I fell in that vat of skulls and became wickedly twisted,
[group gasps]
but seeing as he really saved our bums
-[all chanting] Reagan! Reagan! -[gulping]
Look at us. No one can agree what to watch on TV.
zxxx
That was me.
[in British accent] The name is Masters, Rafe Masters.
[dramatic music plays]
We need to know everything. What's his pube situation?
[mic feedback]
[car crashes]
Hmm, just ends there.
I can't work with someone I've hooked up with.
but they're living their best lives
Well, hey there, little buddy. I--
Like our memory erasers.
Ugh. Smooth move, Reagan.
So, what do you think?
You literally dragged an entire bearskin rug in here.
-Oh. Excellent work, Agent Hand. -[exhales] Oh.
[sobbing] Why? Why?!
Goddamn Strainer Face.
I mean, what is it gonna take?
Hey, dudes.
Time to enjoy my death and catch up on some Great British Bake Off.
Uh, I used it too.
-That's fucked up. -[Myc] That's being a stalker.
Yeah, my day is, uh, kind of packed.
(Gun shoots)