Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It sucks, it sucks so friggin' much It sucks so friggin' much
Brendan, I can't let you go without knowing something.
We're almost out of time.
Augustus, you're late, but you're a dog therapist, so does it even matter?
It's more important That it cooks right, baby
and I'll have to avoid him in the park, which'll be hard,
So you're not weirded out at all. That's good.
-Welcome, stranger, to our home. -Mom, Dad, no.
But how do you feel about wearing a wire when you talk to Bitsy?
-I don't think it works that way. -It's gonna work that way today.
Oh, that's louder.
That might be too hot. Fire, fire, fire.
Even though we don't We don't talk in person
-What are you doing? -Nothing.
All right, fine. Dinner's uncanceled, okay?
A beautiful, leafy oasis. Now it's an ugly blob of trash and graffiti.
I want the world to know I'm in a perfect relationship
I'll say some simple declarative sentences about me,
-I think we're both, both in eighth grade -Don't know
If the world was picture-perfect Then there'd never be a scoop
Not quite. Thank you, Helen.
So much fun. So informative. Should we call it? Let's call it.
Is it like, is it like If it pees wherever it pleases?
I can make you some iron knobs.
I know his name is Brendan something And he likes to text
It's just, I guess I should tell you, my family is kind of rich.
It's a question. It counts. Good job, Cole.
Shampagne's telling you how he feels with his pee-pee messages.
-and my last name is Brandenham. -No, no, no--
What's going on on the human side of the couch?