Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[grunts]
[grunting]
♪ Greet the sun every morn ♪
Thought you might be up here.
Sixty vials.
[gasps]
- Any luck? - [snoring]
Our latest arrival has arrived.
That's right. Your name is Martha.
[snarling]
[chuckles]
Just one little puff and I'll be back on my feet.
Roger. My name is Roger.
That how it works?
I guess I'm not Gate-Keeper anymore.
You seem unhappy.
You're about to find out.
[dark music playing]
I hope you like the taste of lead you commie son of a bitch
[Lucy panting]
You're selling me?
Now, if you give me your hand...
Mmm. Mmm.
Yeah, you might as well be holding an air conditioner hostage.
You have... real cotton?
Those are my orders.
[Steph groaning]
- [♪ The Andrews Sisters: "I Can Dream, Can't I?"] - ♪ Dream on ♪
they probably opened the door and welcomed the raiders right in.
♪ Can't I pretend that I'm locked ♪
They eat each other in their desperation to survive.
...you remember how good pooping used to feel?
Why keep going?
♪ This applies to everyone ♪