Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

drive to Buffalo, see the warehouse
you've missed being dragged
You're dripping on yourself.
and I have a prescription for anxiety, so it's legal.
You wanna try New Mexico-style Chile Verde?
Oh. You are not a corn crake.
Look, I'm out on a ledge for you,
- Hello?
I was trying to be poetic.
- Seems a little excessive. - I told you.
- Am I?
- Sweet Maui Onion,
- Yeah, we know. - Oh, my God.
- Then why didn't you back me up in there?
- No, no, no. Adios, amigo.
- Kevin Cozner, entering the kitchen.
- I still can't believe my scheme didn't work.
- Damn it, Rosa!
with something so small and delicate?
Look, I can't change my body, it defines me.
- Huh? - Sorry.
I have to go!
you know, fixing up the old house.
That's just not the weed talking?
- How's it going, sir? You look chipper.
- Not intentionally. I was upset
[screams, grunts]
It's immediately awful!
Tell me the plan. I want in.
-- The tail is Pantone 7525 -C with bands of 419C.
That's the call a corn crake makes when it wants to root.
- You mean given the fact that
I was just grabbing a bite to eat.
No, that's much worse, I just get a scratchy throat.
I'll just assume you said, "Keep going."
- Let me guess. Will I be the best man