Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And I can't believe you did it all by yourself.

"No Baby No Baby No babies" is our motto

[sighing wearily]

-[dramatic music playing] -Hey, guys, this is it!

-We have orders! -We do? From who?

Maury, I know I said, "No baby, no baby, no baby," every time.

I'm sorry, I'll be clear, I don't want that fucking kid.

So, you two collect art?

-Phew! -You only used the one arm just then?

Ugh, imagine being so scared,

[clears throat] Right then, well,

[sniffles] …totally fine with the choice that I made.

[inhales sharply] …this relationship!

[hysterical] The Suns wrap covered everything!

Okay, power's out, generator's failed,

Mmm, not really.

My sweet pee-pee! Come back!

Uh, yes, you can, girl. You're an Emmy.

I'm sorry. It's too heavy. And you're losing blood.

Sweet Lord, Joe, there's so much food. We'll never save it all.

I can't think with your damn kid shrieking like that!

-[thud] -Hey, what the hell?

You are the hot one.

-Ahh! -[Tito] It's happening!

Better to be a living cuck than a dead hero.

-Maury? Maury! Maury, you alive in there? -[Maury groans]

There's too many.

[both struggling]

What an ugly bunch of puss you all are. I'll go.

Yeah. Here I go.

I fucking hate language! Now stand back!

And my fucking raw-dog tenacity.

Emmy, I-- I got my marriage back thanks to you.

Dante, it brings me barely any joy to say this,

-That's gross. -Oh, my God!

Yes, that's exactly what happened!

-Gil remembers. -Absolutely! Sympathy diabetes.

[grunting and yelping]

You made me choose.